The Daily Wave – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday morning, my peeps! It’s Friday Fictioneer time and today we have this photo from J.Hardy Carroll to inspire us. As always, thank you to Rochelle for driving this train weekly! If you care to play along, just click on the frog below and add the link to your 100-word story. Easy peasy!

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The Daily Wave

My train’s always on time. I pride myself on following the schedule. People count on me and I dare not let them down. Not in my nature, anyhow. So, I chug along, blowing my whistle calling the children to come out and wave. I tell you, it’s the best part of my day to see them kids running across the fields wanting nothing else but to have me return their hello. I sure wish I could bring them wherever they want to go. It’s a hard life for them with few options. But I ain’t allowed.

Where are they today?

I was reminded of my trip to Cuba. My kids and I took a short train ride and the local kids all came out running, waving to us passengers. Most smiled…

A Family Trip – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Wednesday!  And the last day of work for me, followed by a four-day weekend. Again. Wooo hoooo!  So, why not play a little with this lovely Russell Gayer image?  Thanks, always to Rochelle for hosting this weekly party.  I do appreciate your efforts, my friend.  Should you be interested in writing your own 100-word story to go with, just click on the frogs below and add you link!

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All five of us in a van for four weeks?  Have you lost your mind?

It’ll be great.  We’ll get a chance to see most of our beautiful country and part of the States on our return.

Five of us. Together. Four weeks.

Yes.  It’ll be great.  We each get one hour of music and no one is allowed to complain.

Hah! You think that is enough to stem potential arguments?

Have faith.

And you, have reality.

I do. And I think this will be a trip of a lifetime.

Or will feel like it lasts that long…

Shut up.

 

Not Seeing Her – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Wednesday! And today I play. Blame Na’ama Yehuda for supplying this lovely image. Thank you, always to Rochelle Wisoff(no e)-Fields for hosting this weekly shindig called Friday Fictioneers. If this photo inspires you to want to write a 100-word story, just click on the frog below and add your link. Fun stuff!

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How many times do I have to come to New York without visiting the bloody place? Tell me! I came, back in ’90 or was it ’91? for a friend’s wedding. Then, we did the usual: Empire State Building, Central Park, Times Square, and… what? Nothing. I didn’t even know what the Twin Towers were and probably simply walked past them.

Twice, we left from New York to board cruise ships. What did we visit? Friggen Toys ‘R Us! Times Square. Central Park.

How many pictures of the Statue of Liberty from afar do I have to take before I visit her?

Wakey, Wakey, Time for Breaky! – What Pegman Saw

This week Pegman takes us to Saskatchewan Canada. You may use the photo provided with the prompt or take to Google maps and search within the borders of Saskatchewan for your own inspiration.

Your mission is to write up to 150 words inspired by the prompt. You may contribute poetry, prose, or essay. Once your piece is polished share with others at the link up below. Reading and commenting on others work is part of the fun.

How can I resist when Pegman goes to my country AND I have been to said place – even when just driving through. So, sorry… once again, I have given you a “travel post” for this challenge.  Thanks to Karen and Josh for hosting this weekly party that I don’t attend often enough!  I shall strive to come by more often.

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Wakey, Wakey, Time For Breaky!

“Good morning, girls!  Time to get up, get breakfast and hit the road!”

“Aw, Dad! Do we have to get up at six o’clock every morning?”

“Yeah, Dad. Why can’t we sleep in a little. This is a vacation!”

“Oh, come on, you two, this is a fun trip.”

The two others, in unision:  “Shut up, Nicole!”

“Alright girls, that’s enough. Just get dressed so we can go eat. I need a coffee,” chimed in Mom.

“I’m having pancakes!”

“Me, too!”

“I’m with Mom, need coffee. This is so stupid that we have to get up so damn early,” grouched the eldest.

They piled into their Ford Econoline Super Van and searched for a diner as the motel had no restaurant.  They didn’t have far to drive.

Weird. No cars.  Sign indicated: ‘Opens at 6:00 am.’

“Dammit, Dad!!  Regina, Saskatchewan does NOT observe Daylight Savings Time!

You woke us up at 5:00!!”

Similar to the van we had to cross Canada back in 1983

*Sadly, a mostly true tale. I was 21 at the time; my sisters 18 and 15 (well, the following month) and it was the last family road trip we took together.  I moved out of the family home on my return.

 

Not Time to Sight-See – What Pegman Saw

Being as it’s October, and in light of all the political hoopla happening in this neck of the woods, this week Pegman takes us to the Arlington National Cemetery in Washington DC, USA. (And also in Canada as it’s election time here and we get to choose between our own batch of monkeys.)

Your mission is to write up to 150 words inspired by the prompt. Feel free to use the location supplied above, our take your own tour of Washington D.C. via Google maps and find a view that inspires you.

So, that said, I totally did NOT go to Arlington but decided to go down memory lane. December, 2009, to be precise. Yes, I am sorry, my peeps, yet another travel story 😉

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Not Time to Sight-See

“I really need to stop for gas, Babe.”

“OK. Take the next exit and I’ll keep a lookout for a station.”

“What the hell is wrong with this place? We are turning in circles and there ain’t a station in sight.”

“Think about it. This is D.C. Just like Montreal, you can’t find a damn station downtown.  Hey look, Babe!  The National Monument!”

“I don’t give a shit. You need to look for gas stations, not effing monuments! I need gas. NOW!”

“Don’t worry, we’ll find a station soon.”

“Not soon enough. Pulling this pop-up trailer sucks more gas, yanno.”

“Yeah, yeah. Maybe if you’d filled up when we still had a quarter of a tank we would not be in this mess. Oh! Look! The White House! How cool is that?”

“Jesus! So what?!”

“Look.  A station. Dunno how you are gonna manoeuvre yourself in there, though.”

“Watch me.”

 

Pick a Key – What Pegman Saw

Today Pegman travels to the Florida Keys at the bottom of the United States. Like the other Torch Keys, it was probably named for the native Torchwood tree.

Stroll and around and see if you can find something that interests you. When you’re done, write 150 words and link to the prompt using the frog below. Remember, reading and commenting is part of the fun!

Thanks for stopping by, and happy writing!

Now, it has been remarked that I like to write travel pieces. And in this case, I find myself doing so again. Couldn’t help it, Pegman was short on views so you are stuck with my picture of 7-mile bridge 😉  And a memory of a couple of trips, too 😉 Sorry (not)!

Pick a Key

“So, take three on going to the Keys?”

“Whaddaya mean, take three?”

“Forgotten 2009, have ya? We were supposed to join my sister and gang in Bahia Honda Key but instead you wound up spending six days in the Celebration Hospital.”

“Um. Yeah. That was an epic fail on my part.”

“At least you did manage two days in Disney.”

“Yeah, that blows that I caused us to miss the rest.”

“But what a story you’ve provided me with!”

“At least in 2013 we made it to Long Key.”

“But getting there we got a flat in Key Largo!”

“That I didn’t even realise was us!”

“I swear, the guys looked like a team from NASCAR!  Zzzip! Zzip! Zzzip!”

“They were mighty impressive, that’s for sure.”

“That time we went down to Key West, too.”

“Yep.”

“And now you want to go to Middle Torch Key? I’ve never even heard of it!”

A quick change of tires on the road in Key Largo

 

Bhutan Or Bust! – What Pegman Saw

It’s been forever since I participated in a Pegman! Time is such a fickle thing. Or maybe it’s energy. Because part of the pleasure of doing these Pegman stories is that we (at least I) force ourselves to do some research.  And today, before going out to do nothing by the pool, I figured, why the heck not? Thank you to Karen and Josh for still hosting this wonderful challenge, even if the numbers are not all that high. I hope they pick up and you guys don’t quit just yet!

This week Pegman visits the Buddhist kingdom of Bhutan, on the Himalayas’ eastern ridge. As always, the Pegman mission is for you to write up to 150 words inspired by the location. Feel free to use the location provided in the prompt, or search Google maps within the borders of the country of Bhutan and find your own view. Contributions can be in the form of poetry, prose, or essay, or any form that inspires you.

Once your piece is polished, share it with others using the linkup below. Reading and commenting on others’ work is part of the fun! Click on the blue frog to add your 150-word story, inspired by this beautiful location

Bhutan or Bust!

“We need to sign up with a registered Bhutanese tour agency beforehand.

“And lots of money. Why don’t we go to go to Indonesia or Thailand or Cambodia? At least there you can do stuff on fifty bucks a day! What the hell kind of place forces you to pay two hundred and fifty dollars per diem or you can’t come even in? It’s ridiculous! And, on top of it, since it’s just the two of us, they are charging us an extra thirty bucks. Per NIGHT!”

“I know. It’s their way of keeping tourism to a minimum. They want to preserve their culture and beautiful nature. They figure if they charge too little, it will open the doors to too many. Honestly, when you realise that everything is included: accommodation, meals, guide, driver, fuel, fees for daily excursions; it’s not that bad.”

“Bhutan or bust! – open our coffers…”

 

 

Alone, Together – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday morning, my peeps! The sun has been shining for four days now!  Shhhh….don’t say anything, we don’t want to hex ourselves!

This week, Rochelle has given us her own photo to work with. Tell you what. I would not mind at all to find myself sitting in an airport waiting for my own flight. Till then, I guess I can only write about it! Do join in with your 100-word story about today’s pic. G’head. It’s fun!

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Alone, Together

Airports are great.  They are the perfect places to be all alone whilst completely surrounded. You can stuff your nose into a book or eReader, use your computer, your cellphone, your electronic devices, and no one bothers you.

When tired of focussing on your device of choice, you can sit back and watch the people around you – make up stories about why they are there, who they are waiting for, where they are going. I love to people watch and create scenarios.

What’s my story, you ask? I’m just watching people, patiently waiting for my plane. Running away from home.

Filling in For Venice – What Pegman Saw

Today Pegman travels to the City of Bridges. A site of great historical importance in the French and Indian War of the 1750s, Fort Duquesne was built by the French at the confluence of the Allegheny and Monongahela rivers. The British replaced it with Fort Pitt a few years later and the city grew up around the military establishment.

Pittsburgh is an interesting city where skyscrapers tower over 18th-century fortifications and funicular railroads crawl up steep hillsides. Stroll and around and see if you can find something that interests you. When you’re done, write 150 words and link to the prompt using the frog below. Remember, reading and commenting is part of the fun!

Knowing nothing about Pittsburgh, I did me a little Googling (which is what this challenge is all about) and discovered more than I thought I would.  I might even be inclined to visit this place one day!

Thanks to Karen and Josh for hosting.

Filling in For Venice

“Pittsburgh?  You want to take me to Pittsburgh? Dude… That is not what I meant when I said I wanted to travel and discover new places. Pittsburgh is a long way off from Europe and not exactly what I would picture as a cultural place to traipse through.”

“Don’t be such a hardass. Give it a try, will ya?”

“I heard it rains a lot there.  Worse than Seattle!”

“So what? It rains a lot in England, yet you still want to go there.”

“Which is in Europe.”

“There are lots of things to see and do, I promise you.”

“I suppose…”

“Maybe we can even catch a baseball or a football game between visits of museums like the Carnegie or Andy Warhol.

“A little something for each of us, eh?”

“Wait, I didn’t tell you the best part.  Pittsburgh has 446 bridges.  Way more than Venice!”

“Next best thing, right?”

Never Too Late – What Pegman Saw

Today Pegman goes walkabout to Alice Springs, Australia.

Made famous by Nevil Shute’s bestselling novel A Town Like Alice, Alice is a “bonzer place,” considered by many to be the jewel of the Outback.

The purpose of this prompt is to inspire you to write 150 words about this place. You can use the Google photo above or stroll around until you see something that strikes your fancy. When you’re done, remember to link your story to the others using the InLinkz frog below. Reading and commenting is half the fun.

Enjoy yourself and do good work!

Thanks to Josh and Karen for hosting.  I haven’t “played” in a while but could not resist this week.  Mom has always dreamed of going to Australia and we haven’t managed to bring her.  Yet.

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Lianne dropped her bags in the lobby, looking around at their home for the next three weeks.  “What do you think, Mom?”

“It doesn’t feel like Australia.  Seems like any old hotel, any old where!”

Lianne couldn’t help but smile.  “You’re not really complaining, are you?  Not my fault you finally got your courage up and ready in your mid-seventies!  I didn’t see us camping out in the Outback!  You’re a little long in the tooth for that now, don’t you think?”

Mo frowned at her daughter.  “Not like I had the chance till now.  The men in my life either didn’t want to bring me or join me so now that I am free, dammit, there is no way I wanted to miss this.”

“We are here now and I’ve a bunch of excursions planned so you can finally see the land you’ve dreamt of.  It’s never too late.”