No Go – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #124

Went through some of my pictures and came up with an idea to go with Crispina’s picture. Then the idea didn’t really go anywhere, so I decided to, once again, piggyback onto Na’ama’s lovely story.  Consider it part two to her part one. Found here. Crispina says we are to have fun, fun, fun… so I did, did, did!

No Go

“Aaron.  What the hell are you doing?”

“Well, Ella, I’m helping to ‘make it work’ as you said when we got here. I know the stairs are steep and I know they are rotted but you know it’s just a question of time before some curiosity seekers decide to risk it.  While those who do not know the path won’t find it from below, I figured I’d add a little extra deterrent to those who come from above.”

“I have to admit it’s quite something. The flowers are a nice touch, too.  You’re not worried it almost looks inviting?”

“Nah.  I figure people will admire my structure, wonder what it used to be, take some pictures and keep on hiking.”

“Let’s hope there aren’t others out there who are more inclined to explore…”

“Now who’s being a Negative Nelly?  Don’t worry, we are gonna be fine.”

 

 

Shining Brightly – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday, my peeps!  It’s Friday Fictioneer time and would you lookit that?  Rochelle has chosen my photo this week.  Should you want to play, just click on the frog below and add your link to your 100-word story… fun stuff, I tell ya!

Art Nouveau Figural Bronze Frog Lamp with Steuben Shade at 1stDibs

Shining Brightly

Have you ever met one of those people whose light seems to shine bright?  I’ve been lucky to have known three.  They are always humble, generous, kind and don’t look for attention – except if it involves fun. And yet, like moths to a flame, you can’t help but find yourself drawn to them.  They immediately make you feel like you belong in their circle.  You become part of their family, no questions asked.

The trouble is, when they leave this earth – and it’s always too soon – only then do you realise that the world has gotten just a little dimmer.

 

Whining for Wine

Merril is hosting Prosery Monday at dVerse today.  Hard to resist.  So, why?  Only thing is we must use the phrase:  “I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility that existence has its own reason for being.” A line in Wisława Szymborska’s “Possibilities”.  Well. I did what I could with it 😉

Bundled up against the biting cold, I try to remember Charles Dickens’ quote about it being that type of day in March when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold and can’t remember the rest of it, but know it’s bang on today.

“Gah!” Terri breaks my reverie. “Why does March have to be this way?  Like pick a temp, already! Be cold till you’re not but stop teasing us with a few warm days in between!”

I laugh at my friend.  “You know, I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility that existence has its own reason for being.”

“What? Da hell hogwash is that? There is no reason to this season!  What purpose is there for being so unreasonable? And why are we not inside by the fire with a glass of wine?”

“We had to earn it first!”

“Hmph!

Le Trois Fait le Mois

Le trois fait le mois, si le cinq ne le défait pas

                                ~ old proverb

It means:  The third determines the month, if the fifth doesn’t reverse (or undo) it.

I can’t explain why they use this particular expression, especially in March, except that this is the craziest month of the year. Don’t try to talk me out of it!  It’s like a teenager with all their hormones outta wack.  Monday, March 1st, was a glorious day, here on the south shore of Montreal. Meltage was happening, mini lakes were forming, the temps were above freezing.  You could smell spring was in the air.  Of course, that also meant lots of muck! But it was a wonderful 4ºC (40ºF) – now, to some of you not used to this, you might think it’s cold. Nay. Not to us.

And then, that very same night, just as I was heading for bed, the winds picked up ferociously.  Things were banging on the roof, against the house – I was sure I was going to wake up to a yard full of debris.  Nope.  Just my shovels in the middle of my driveway.  But boy did that wind bring a bitter, go-to-your-bones cold.  What in the blessed fuck?  The type of cold that makes your jacket crinkle, your nostrils stick together and you wonder if you’ve been teleported to the South Pole. Or North Pole. Both – at the same time. (Yeah, I stole this from you, Marc 😉 ).  I dunno what happens to the human body.  You get a couple of mild days and suddenly you turn into a solid wimp when the temps dip down to -28ºC (-18ºF).

By the way, it was too damn cold to take a picture, so these will have to do!  (Friday’s moon)

Wednesday morning dawns (and this was the day this post was to go up because it was the third, but yanno… life and all that) and it’s snowing. But not just any snow. The snow globe kinda snow.  So Zeke and I took a morning before work walk.

Lunchtime came around and out I went again because steps to be had!  The sun was shining and the temperature was just right.  I made my way down to the Parc du Bois de Brouage to “my” river.  I stepped as close to the little bridge-like stone walkway as I felt was safe, and clicked away. And then it wasn’t.  Through the crust I went. Up to above my ankles… and I was wearing hiking boots – that go up to your ankles. Boot full of water. Cold water. Friggen cold water. Turns out it was time to turn back home anyway… a twenty-minute walk.  OY!

Not one to cry over things, I sloshed-stepped-sloshed-stepped my way home, changed my socks (amazed I could still feel my ankle) and made myself my lunch. I didn’t quite have my steps come five o’clock so closed up the work computer and back out I went! The sun was such a show-off and turned Zeke golden! He’s been loving the fact I bring him out twice per day for short walks.  Those hips are not getting any younger but his enthusiasm is still there. For short wslks, anyway.

What did Thursday bring?  More cold. More wind. Ugh. I did manage to get out there for a morning and after-work walk with Zeke and at lunch, it got cut short when I ran into a friend and we jibber-jabbered.  It wasn’t as horrible as Tuesday but far from lovely like Monday.

Yesterday? Cold. More cold. -7ºC – feels like -15ºC (19ºF feels like 5ºF). As a native Montrealer, this is not really that bad. But for some strange reason, after the mild that we had?  It feels so cold! Plus the wind was rather not fun and tried to pierce through – nothing like Tuesday.  Still, optimist that I am, I did enjoy the blue of the sky and captured the noon moon.

Which brings us to today.  March 5th.  Seems like we have a cold month ahead of us if we believe that old proverb mentioned at the top.  Went for my morning walk with Zeke. -11ºC feels like -20ºC (12ºF feels like -4ºF).   And it’ll only warm up by a couple of degrees come time for my noontime walk. Sigh.

Even Zeke is discouraged.

I hate March.  Only good thing about it, is the last day… coz that’s the day Iain came into the world.  The rest?  The cold, the muck, the cold, the major snowstorms – ever notice some of the major doozies happen in March?

 

 

One Day – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday morning!  It’s not too bad here. Might even get a chance to see the sun peeping through the clouds.  In the meantime, would you lookit that? Rochelle chose my photo for this week’s Friday Fictioneers.  Can’t very well skip this week, can I?  If you would like to try your hand at writing 100-word stories, do click on the frog below and add your link.  G’head, it’s a lot of fun and sharpens your writing skills,

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One Day

One day, I’ll be the one in the front. Singing backup is great and all but I wanna be the star!

You need to remember your place and keep harmony with the rest of us.  That’s what we were hired to do and do it well.

Don’t get me wrong. I really do love singing with y’all but I know I got the pipes for more.

Maybe so. But you can’t be trying to upstage her; she’ll fire your diva-acting ass.

Or, maybe… she’ll be cool like Gloria Estefan was to Jon Secada and give me a shot.

Dreamer.

Absolutely.

Who Are We To Judge? – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #111

Why not?  It’s not like I have last minute shopping, wrapping, cooking, showering… Oh dear!  Off I go!  Thank you Crispina for your weekly challenge of fun, fun, fun!

Would you look at him up there, lording it over everyone with that pose!

He really doesn’t have to show off in that manner.

Who does he think he is, anyway?

Heard tell he worked bloody hard to get up there.  I think we shouldn’t judge.

Yeah maybe.  But he’s alone.

Maybe that’s how he wants it.

If you say so.  What about that poor bugger. What’s up with his story?  Riches to rags?

Nah, he’s low maintenance Doesn’t require much.

Not too good at choosing his perch, obviously. It’s awfully wobbly.

Maybe he likes adventure. Who are we to judge?

What about us?  We’ve done all right, don’t you think?

Absolutely.  It’s nice to be happy with what you have, yes?

Yes.  But would it hurt you to turn around when you talk to me, though?

Oh. Sorry, Mate.

That’s okay. Go back to sleep. I won’t judge your lack of manners.

 

Allô Ma Chérie!

“We feel cold, but we don’t mind it, because we will not come to harm. And if we wrapped up against the cold, we wouldn’t feel other things, like the bright tingle of the stars, or the music of the aurora, or best of all the silky feeling of moonlight on our skin. It’s worth being cold for that.”
― Philip Pullman, The Golden Compass

Winter Solstice.  The shortest day of the year, which sometimes, can feel like the longest.

I’m driving home from a much-needed oil change for my car.  I know what day it is and yet I don’t want to focus on the sad but on the date, the season.  Claude Debussy’s beautifully romantic, and to me, sad, Clair de Lune starts to play on the radio.

I feel nostalgic and though my heart pinches a little, I smile as I drive.  I can’t help but think of Mick and Mémère (my grandmother) dying on the same day, five years apart.  Winter Solstice. I don’t know why there is something right about it.

We had gone up north to visit my mother and, of course, did a side trip two villages over to visit my grandmother – we always made sure we did.  She must have been about 85-87-89?, give or take, when she told us of a dream she had had.

I dreamt that you were my boyfriend, Mick.  Môman was not happy about it at all.  She said to me ‘What are you doing with an English boy?  You don’t even speak it properly!’  I answered to my mother:  ‘But I love him!’

Well, needless to say, she was giggling as she told us the story.  And Mick being Mick was not one to let such a thing go.  Every single time we went up north, he’d sidle up to Mémère, wrap his arm around her shoulder, give her a squeeze and a kiss on the cheek and say “Allô, Bébé! Comment ça va ma chérie?”*

She’d blush furiously, playfully slap him on the arm while hugging him back then give a big smile followed by an “Oh you!”  Their love was real.

I wonder if he is still teasing her now?

*How are things, my darling?

 

 

Hangin’ Around – FF & CCC #110

This is a rarity.  Me, combining two prompts.  But both pictures came in on the same day. And while I couldn’t think of what to write for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers nor for Crispina’s Crimson’s Creative Challenge, last night a thought came to me using both! Why not?  Plus, I added one of my own, for story’s sake.  And double plus, it’s Mick’s birthday today and he would have been 57 and he loved silly fun.  And I apologize to both of you for going over the 100 and 150 limits.  For that reason, I’m not adding my links.  No one can give me hell.

Who hung you up like Jesus on a cross, Elf?  And for goodness sakes, why?

Oh, ahh… gee. Now that you mention it… That wasn’t the look we were going for, I assure you. It’s so I don’t fall down.  And I’m up here so I can see the Christmas lights!

Well you look bloody ridiculous. And it’s daylight.

Have you looked at yourself, Scarecrow?  You’re kinda in the same position as I am but way down there.  And seriously, couldn’t you have added something bright to wear? You’re positively drab! And darkness is coming, my friend.

It’s not exactly as if I chose my outfit, yanno!  Besides, I’m actually working here.  Who has time to hang around and look at lights when there are birds to scare away? 

Dude. You have got to stop being so serious.  Let your hair down… err… you know what I mean. All work and no play makes for a boring life.

It IS getting dark… I’ll be off duty, soon.  What can you see?  Is it worth it?

Ooooohhhh… sooo pretty… We gotta find someone to jack you up!

 

Weekend Writing Prompt #187 – Niggle

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. Always a thanks to Sammi for hosting this.

Okay, okay… blame the sappy series I’ve been convinced to watch for this little story. I completely borrowed one of the story lines 😉

Listen to the Niggle

Between sobs, she hiccupped, “Why doesn’t he want to be with me?”

“He told you he didn’t want a relationship, what did you expect?”

“I thought –  maybe – I love him!”

“Did he say it back?

“No.”

“Didn’t you feel a niggle in your gut?”

“I ignored it.”

“Remember what Maya said?”

“‘When someone tells you who they are, believe them.’ I’m such an idiot!”

“Dreamer, maybe…”

 

Hey Good Looking! – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #107

While Crispina’s bird is a lot bolder in colours, I think mine would make a nice fit… what say you? Always fun to try and find something to go with her fabulous photos! I sense romance might be in the air…

 

The sound of a wolf whistle assailed her ears.

“Hey, good looking! How’s about you leave that snow and join me up on my perch?”

“Are you talking to me?  Did your folks not teach you some manners?”

“Come on, pretty lady, come over and say hello, why don’t you? I promise I’ll be the perfect gentleman.”

“Why don’t you get off your perch and come and join me?”

“In the snow? Brrr!”

“You British are a wimpy lot, aren’t you?”

“And you Canadians are a feisty bunch, I say!  I like it!”

“Not afraid I’ll be too much for you?”

“Come on up and show me what you’re made of…”

“You really are such a charmer…”

“So, you coming?”

“Move over, big guy.  Let’s see what you’ve got.”