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!
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…
It’s Wednesday! I am afraid I don’t do fiction very well. Of course, if I didn’t have so many stories to cull from, maybe I’d work my imagination a bit more. 😉 That being said, here is this week’s Friday Fictioneer contribution inspired by Sandra Crook‘s photo. As always, thank you to Rochelle for hosting this here weekly partay! Click on the frog below to add the link to your own 100-word story if you dare…
I asked the city for permission. They said ‘no’.
Why the hell did you do that?
It’s the right thing to do.
Ahh, shit. Don’t care, I’m cutting it down anyway. It’s too huge, sways like crazy in storms and the damn pinecones end up in the pool!
Mick’s friend Pierre, a professional, did the deed while the neighbours watched and cheered (they worried with every storm, too). They then chopped and put the logs aside to dry. Firewood for next year!
Two months later, the city slapped us with an $850 fine. Plus, we had to replace the tree. Cost: $150.
Bye-bye old tree
Hello expensive new tree
It’s Wednesday and you know what that means, right? Well, most times it means I Friday Fictioneer. And this time, just before I have to hit the door for work! Woot! Thank you to Rochelle for hosting week after week, and this week, thank you to Brenda Cox for the loan of her interesting image! Click on the frogs below to play by adding the link to your own 100-word story!
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I don’t understand how things like this go down. Everything is perfect and then… uprooted In the blink of an eye. Why do I put up with it? Every move means starting over, rebuilding in an unknown environment. I have to relearn where to go and how to go about getting it. The kids are amazing, though. So far, they seem to thrive on each new change. For them, it’s a new world to explore with new friends to make. How did I manage to raise such open and enthusiastic children when I, myself am tormented each and every time?
Good Wednesday evening, my peeps. I almost didn’t play this week. But this photo called me. And then I worried I’d do something similar to what I’ve already done so… I’ve decided to do a little FanFic. One of former Friday Fictioneers, Claire Fuller, was my inspiration – considering I’m reading her latest and fourth novel, it might be the why 🙂 Should you have something wonderful to write about this lovely image from Alicia Jamtaas, do so, please. And leave your link by clicking on the frog below. As always, a thank you goes to Rochelle for herding this rowdy bunch of cats every week!
Oh look! It could be Die Hütte from Claire Fuller’s “Our Endless Numbered Days”!
Don’t be ridiculous. It was small, but not that small! Could you imagine two people living in there?
Oh right. I guess not. Still, I don’t think it was very big. They were pretty cramped in there. And where’s your imagination, anyway?
Apologies. While we are at it, let’s pretend we are in Germany, too. Shall we go see what it looks like inside?
Maybe we’ll find a body!
I should hope to hell not! What is wrong with you anyway? Your life not interesting enough?
So way back on Monday, Merril hosted prosery Monday, where we have to write an exact 144 words of prose – not poetry – using a phrase chosen from a piece of poetry (isn’t that sneaky?) This time, Merril chose the following line from Jo Harjo’s “A Map to the Next World.”
“Crucial to finding the way is this: there is no beginning or end.”
Well now. I knew where I was going and then tripped and got busy on other stuff… Determined, I was, to do this baby so here I am! And yes, those who know me, know I am rather obsessed with Tuscany. What can I say? I felt I belonged in the three weeks I spent there!
We bought the plane tickets. With cancellation insurance. Which we ended up needing. I knew it, dammit. The thing is, I know better. I know it in my gut that the Universe is always listening… Even when you don’t realise you are sending out the message, she is listening. Needless to say, the plans that were, were no longer. I never expected they’d be erased from the possibility of. Hell, it was no longer even spoken of. That idea had become a dream that I alone was dreaming.
Life is funny, you know. You think in linear terms until you realise what’s crucial to finding the way is this: there is no beginning or end. All the variations of the quote about not being about the destination but the journey are muddily clarified as you realise you did make it. All on your own.
I decided to participate, nay, be inspired by the dVerse challenge from Monday. Sanaa (aka adashofsunny) was hosting prosery Monday and wanted us to use the following line: “Only mouths are we. Who sings the distant heart which safely exists in the center of all things? – from Rainer Maria Rilke, “Heartbeat.” We must use the line in its entirety, though we can change the punctuation. We cannot leave out nor insert other words within the line. The story must be exactly 144 words, not including the title.
Though submerged by a dark cloud engulfing him, he managed to trudge forward in life, participating minimally. Damaged by a love past, he was unable to see the possibility of light and happiness, never mind hear any music.
“Come sing with us, Andrew. It’s all in fun and will surely lift your spirits!”
“Only mouths, are we. Who sings? The distant heart which safely exists in the center of all things! She took away my heart and the song within it,” he lamented. “It’s gone and I will never find it again.”
“You are right, you won’t. Not if you continue in this fashion. You need to step away from that dark cloud, let the light touch you again, my friend,”
“Your friend? What nonsense, this?”
“Nay, not nonsense.” She tended her hand, “Come with me. It’s time to see the beauty all around.”
When I saw Crispina’s photo, I knew exactly which one of mine I would matchy-matchy it with. I had an idea brewing but couldn’t get to it until now. Of course my original idea is gone with the wind but that’s okay. The joys of letting our muse have its way!
I have no character. There is nothing to distinguish me from another. I’m just another faceless entity lost in the crowd, overlooked and unremarkable.
Oh, my child, you have much ahead of you. Do you think I was always this wise old crone? I was once just like you. Uncertain and feeling that I was a never going to be special. We all are, you know.
Oh surely not you!
Surely, yes! We all start off with the same blank canvas that life will carve and mold into what we are to become. You will see. I already see much in you.
You do? I can’t believe I will ever become one with the earth again as you have.
Give it time. It’s all in front of you.
Thanks to Tim for mentioning this song… It’s not but is related, isn’t it?
A random, everyday drive. Nothing special. Nine o’clock in the morning. On my way to the post office as I do every Thursday or so since lockdown to pick up the company mail before making my way to the office. Only this morning, as I left the house CBC Music was playing a version of Debussy’s Claire de Lune by Janina Fialkowska. So gorgeous.
As I drove down the street that runs along City Hall Park, I could see the two huge weeping willows (not mine that I am forever claiming) waving in the wind. They seemed to sway in time with the music – the point in the music, about two or so minutes into it. Perfection. I had this feeling of peace settle over me in the most beautiful way.
I continued onto the post office but this music and that image were still with me, so before making my way to the office, I just had to stop at this park and walk along the path that winds through it,
then across the newly fallen snow so I could get the proper angle of one of the trees, still blowing in the chill morning air.
It truly is all about the simple things in life, isn’t it?
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!
“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.”
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!
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.