Wednesday and it’s Friday Fictioneers time. Why does a scene like this look way too familiar? Oh right. I live with two adult kids… Should you feel inspired to play along, click on the frog below and add your 100-words worth! Till then, a thank you always goes to Rochelle for keeping us neat and tidy and this week A. Noni Mouse’s photo was rather inspiring, wasn’t it?
©A. Noni Mouse
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Just For You
I’m making you a feast! All you have to do is sit back, relax, and here, take this glass of wine. Go sit on the patio with your book and I’ll call you when it’s ready. No wait, It’s beautiful, We’ll eat outside. You don’t have to do a thing. Well, maybe set the table? I’ll do the rest. Consider this a thank you for all you do for us. We don’t take you for granted, Mom. Oh, and later, I’m going out with my friends, okay? But don’t worry, I’ll do the dishes when I get back. I Promise.
A tad late – okay, more than a tad – but Crispina is not a stickler for these things. She’s so generous, the prompts stay up forever so, should the mood strike whenever then we can still play. I couldn’t find a matchy-matchy but when I started looking I thought, I dunno… maybe this can work. And so, here is an itty-bitty poem in pictures and words that I wanted to share yesterday but didn’t. Here it is today!
Follow the path, she said. It will be easy to find
Keep on looking at the fences made of wood
With something special used to bind
He searched and he searched, as best as he could
Suddenly there it was, in pink entwined
And he knew, it true; with him, she stood
Voilà… short and sweet at 52 words 😉
What day is it? Wednesday!
What does that mean? Friday Fictioneers!
What? Yeah, well… yanno, sometimes there’s no explaining things. This week our lovely leader Rochelle has chosen a picture by Todd Foltz. You want to play? Click on the frog below and add your 100-word max story link.
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City Mouse Goes Country
Betsy loved spending the summers at her grandparents. She got to live a completely different life than the one she had in the city. A life that was simple and felt more real. She particularly enjoyed the chores Nana made her do. Waking up with the sun, collecting eggs from the chickens was one of her favourites. Who knew chickens could be so affectionate?
“Hullo Susie. Hey there Gertrude. You ladies have something for me this morning?” she asked as she scratched them under their chins. They clucked their responses rubbed against her arm.
She wished she could live here forever.
Swimming in the lake
Bathtime with Daddy
I can sit by myself!
Tracy & Sébastien’s Wedding
He was a surprise, and arrived too soon, and with many challenges. His heart was broken, but they believed it could be fixed, later. In his seven-month, twenty three-day lifespan, I discovered a strength I did not know I had. I discovered I was capable of dealing with a sick child and giving him so much love and the best life I could for the five-and-a-half months we had him at home. He saw his aunt barrel race, he kicked his feet in his grandmother’s lake and in our pool. He was adored by all. I refused to keep him in a bubble, knowing, I know not how, he would not be with us for a long time. No medals, no ribbons, no accolades can ever match the self-respect and pride I feel for handling Austin’s birth, life and death with the grace I did.
Flowers bloom with joy
Nurtured by the sun until…
Silenced by winter
It’s all Merril‘s fault again. I wasn’t going to participate in yesterday’s dVerse challenge because I thought it would be too hard. Then I read Merril’s and decided to go for it. Lillian is the host and she asked us to write about one shining moment in a Haibun WITH a KIGO AND a SAIJIKI – what the hell are these things?
We arrive at the same time. It has been so long we are almost shy. Our tentative first steps become more of a bound as we join in a clench that any blind man could see too much time has passed since our last reuniting.
We kiss and pull back and kiss again and laugh as we gather our things to bring them into our bower for the next week. It will be just the two of us, away from our realities. We will cook, read, write, love; creating new memories to add to those already part of our story.
Our last day comes too soon and we know this is how it must be. We say our heartfelt goodbyes before we go in different directions down the imperturbable street, towards our respective homes, already missing the other and dreaming about our next time.
A bit of flash fiction for the prosery prompt on dVerse brought to us this week by Merril D. Smith. I can’t resist Merril so here I am. The prompt line that must be incorporated is “We go in different directions down the imperturbable street,” from Gwendolyn Brooks, An Aspect of Love, Alive in the Ice and Fire.”
A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments.
Thank you, Sammi, for this fun weekly challenge. Should you want to play along, leave your link here.
One look and I know
Your touch will follow
Feelings burst like
a kaleidoscope’s colourful patterns
jumbling for attention
Well, hell. Here I was, minding my own business, reading blog posts when I happened upon Na’ama’s take on Crispina‘s lovely image below. I dutifully left a comment, telling her she had no business leaving us hanging with her post and that I was probably not going to play as I had no ideas. We back and forthed in comments till she retorted with: Wanna write ‘chapter 2’ to what I’d begun…? And well, here I am. Nothing like being
coerced challenged. While mine can stand alone, please, do me a favour and read Na’ama’s post first right here before reading mine. Thank you Crispina for hosting this here party weekly! No matchy-matchy this week again 😉
The Right Thing
The attorney frowned at Juliette over his reading glasses. “You’re sure you want to leave that old farmhouse to this Morris guy?
Juliette nodded weakly. “Yes, it is the least I can do. Besides, I made a promise all those years ago.”
“An old promise. Ridiculous! Does he even remember you?”
“I might have broken his heart. I couldn’t tell him I had this heart condition. I didn’t want him to feel obligated to stay with me. So I let him go.”
“That was a big decision for you to make for him.”
“Yes. It was mine to make.”
“As a result, you dealt with this alone.”
“I felt it was the right thing. Better to break it off in the beginning than for us to get in deeper and then still have to lose me. This way he had a chance at finding happiness.”
“I hope he appreciates this.”
My laptop is giving me a hard time, lately. OK, I did drop it and catch it in such a manner as the screen is disconnected, sorta from the keyboard but still. I’ve not been able to connect to the internet very well so when it works, great; when it doesn’t, not so great. I’m behind in reading other participants in the various challenges… I’m doing da best I are! This was written two days ago (just to give you an idea!
A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments on Sammi’s blog.
You should have been a fish
But you were too cozy
More than two weeks late
You decided you were ready
You had to be born a ram
You’ve been charging forward since
Seeking the next thrill
Taking life by the horns
Wanting to try it all
Thy name is Iain
‘Tis Wednesday, is it not? Yes, yes it is. So that means we receive the photo prompt from Rochelle some time during the hours we are hopefully in the arms of Morpheus. Unless you live across the pond, that is. That said, here I am, looking at David Stewart‘s beautiful photo thinking… I got nuthin’. I’m gonna have to steal Tannille’s idea and have a fight with my muse. Instead, I showed it to my youngest and asked, “What do you see?” The answer was “Romance”. Okay then. Romance it is! Click on my lover frogs below if you come up with something yourself and would like to share and add your link. Or read other stories. Up to you, of course.
They sat, nestled, on a bench in the square. He held her hand, drawing circles in her palm with his finger.
It was a beautiful evening, the sky a deep violet, their faces lit by the fountain’s glow, its spray barely misting them.
“You are like that flower to me,” he said, his voice, low and gentle.
“Why is that? she asked, turning to him so she could look see his face.
“You are the bright spot in my life. You shine like that flower and bring light into my world.”
Her eyes brimmed with tears. “I love you, too.”
Wednesday evening and a story finally came to me. A kinda-sorta story, anyway. Montreal hosts a slew of festivals of many genres so, why not? Thanks to c.e. ayr for the use of his photo and to Rochelle for keeping the home fires burning week after week. Should you wish to share your 100-word story inspired by the photo, click on the frogs and add your link!
Come for the Music, Stay for the Beer
“This place is really buzzing. Check out all the different booths! Gonna have fun sampling beverages and bites.”
“And we get to listen to good music, to boot, right? Ever heard of the band on the roster?”
“Nope. Don’t care. All I wanted was to spend the afternoon with you and if the music’s good, bonus!”
“Gotta love a guy with an open mind.
“And an empty stomach.”
Oh, look. Here comes the band.”
Screeching guitar riffs filled the air.
“Good God! What the hell was that?”
“The sound of us leaving the stage area and heading for the beers…”