What’s the Word, Bird? – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Wednesday. Hump Day. First day to get your Friday Fictioneers on! As per, I seem to have a bit of a problem with creating fiction. I am once, again, taking the memoir route. What can I say? I must follow where the muse takes me.  If your muse takes you to an interesting place, then please do share! Click on the frog below and add your 100-words worth.  Thank you, Rochelle for hosting this weekly party.  And thank you, Douglas M. MacIlroy for lending us your image.

 

What’s the Word, Bird?

It’s funny how seemingly out of the blue a thought can cross your mind. Spark a dormant memory. You don’t even notice what triggered it (bird on a windowsill) but your mind starts roaming and a smile crosses your lips and a warmth spreads from your heart to your fingertips.

“What’s the word, bird?” was how he always greeted me.

“Tweet! Tweet!” was how I always responded.

‘Twas a silly exchange but one that shall forever remain a fond memory.

Mononcle* Royal, I cannot believe it has been twenty years since your twinkling eyes dimmed and your ready laugh silenced.

 

*I think I’ve mentioned it before but here in Quebec, or rather, in my family (and many other French families), an uncle or an aunt becomes “my uncle” and “my aunt” in one word. If I were to say I love my uncle, it actually will come out as I love my MyUncle.  J’aime mon Mononcle.

Weekend Writing Prompt #150 – Continuity

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.

Where do I find my continuity?

In each breath that I breathe

In each hour that I rest

In the nourishment that feeds my body, mind, and soul

In living with truth, humour and grace

Love, Deserved

My “prosery” post for Merril’s prompt yesterday on dVerse. Our pieces cannot be longer than 144 words. Mine is exactly 144 words. The bold line comes from a poem by Jane Hirshfield.

Thanks for constantly challenging me, Merril!

                   Les Coeurs by Veronikah, high school friend

 

Love, Deserved

 

“Look at her. She never has any trouble finding boyfriends. What’s so special about her?”

I didn’t even know they were talking about me back then. I don’t think I even pondered this at all. Maybe that’s what was supposedly so special about me. I didn’t try to be anything or anyone else but myself. I took life in stride because that’s how I roll.  My friends, some still around, seemed to appreciate me for me.

I don’t know why I was surprised every time love started or ended.  Maybe it was because I half-believed I didn’t even deserve love in the first place.

However, since those teenage years, life has taught me much. I have learned and gained wisdom.  I’ve had my share of hits and misses, highs and lows, joys and sorrows. Know what I have discovered?

Everyone is deserving of love.

 

Smudge

I wasn’t planning on sharing this on Valentine’s Day but here it is… To my happlily coupled peeps, Happy Valentine’s Day!  To my happily single peeps, Happy Valentine’s Day! To those who are not in the situation they wish to find themselves in at this time, Happy Valentine’s Day!  There is enough love out there for all of you.  In whatever form it takes.

 

 

SMUDGE

 

A smudge in an otherwise cloudless twilight sky

Trying to blend in with the blues and violets and pinks

unnoticeable, discreet

 

Detected

 

by streetlamp posing as the setting sun

Shining its light, without thought

Exposed, for anyone who is looking, to see

 

Chances

 

to be taken, for unknown reward

Though showing vulnerability frightens

it is, in truth, the courage to love

 

 

 

 

 

Weekend Writing Prompt #142 – Looking-Glass

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.  So hard not to go the obvious route.  Thank you, always, Sammi, for giving me the prompt that pushes me to try other things…

 

What is true

 

A mirror is a practical tool

to ensure my make-up is not clownish

that my hair is not all wonky

and my dress is not askew

It shows me

the external me

 

~My looking-glass~

 

Is your face and your manner

giving me a truer reflection

Your eyes glow with love and

your smile shows your appreciation

I need nothing more to know

I’m good

Skating Lesson – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Wednesday!  Yep… that means I had to come up with a 100-word story based on my very own picture this week. Why is it hardest to write to my own?  Thanks to Rochelle for asking me to put my © on a picture shared on FB 😉 And, of course, for getting us together to play week after week.

Oh, and click the skates if you are inspired to add your own 100-word to go with this picture.

Click here to play!

Skating Lesson

They skated ’round the deserted rink.

“Hey, ever watch the ‘Battle of Blades‘?”

“No, what’s that?”

“It’s where figure skaters teach hockey players how to really skate!” she laughed.

“Hockey players can skate!”

“Yeah, until they get their feet into figure skates.”

“Hah! I guess it’s not easy.”

“No, it’s not. And just think, the figure skaters trust the hockey players to pick them up and not drop them!”

“Nuts.”

“You said it.”

He grabbed her around the waist and they twirled haphazardly, landing in a pile on the snowbank.

He leaned down for a kiss.  “Guess I need lessons…”

*****

Just to give you an idea of what the skaters went through, here is a sample of one of the boot camps…

And, no skater achieved what Valeri Bure did in Season 2… If you want to skip ahead to their skate, go to 1:55.  They won that year and you can see why.

 

 

Weekend Writing Prompt #141 – Imperious

C’est le week-end!  That means Sammi‘s prompt word comes to torture and inspire…

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.

 

We Learn As We Go

 

I was young and naive, then

I saw you as strong and confident and assertive

You were older and wiser, I thought

 

It felt like true love and had

a fairy tale feel to the whole thing

Our story was a tad unusual, after all

 

Your actions seemed loving

You turned on your charms

And I was fooled into staying

(again and again)

 

In hindsight, I see clearly

The way you held your head

With the slightest tilt downward

 

Your words of encouragement

were veiled with dissuasion

trying to mask your fears

 

Your imperious manner

and arrogant dominance

you thought would hold sway

(only pushed me away)

 

There was plenty of good

And I gained experience and maturity

More importantly,

 

I gained self-worth