Good Wednesday, my peeps! I hope you are not all going stir-crazy in your homes while respecting your governments’ dictates. Are you taking the time to eat meals as a family? Do things together? Take walks in the fresh air? If some of you are like me and not able to work because a) you are quarantined (for me until Monday the 23rd) because of travel and/or b) your work is closed (as mine is at this point) then hey, let’s look at the silver linings and focus on other stuff while doing our part in sharing the love while staying apart!
In the meantime, we have stories to share on this photo provided by J.Hardy Carroll. Thanks, Josh. And thank you to Rochelle for keeping us busy, at least for a couple of hours, eh? Click on the frog below and read more stories or, better yet, add your own 100-word tale.
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Breakfast at the Diner
He came to the diner every day for a simple leisurely breakfast. Though he brought the newspaper with him, he barely read it, preferring to watch the folks sitting around him. He especially loved weekends as there were more families. The dynamic of these little units pinched his heart and constricted his throat. Why did he torment himself with these images? It was simple, really. They brought him back to the time when he had the same thing. When he answered the endless “why” questions and she wiped their faces of sticky jam. When they laughed and planned and dreamed.
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
“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.
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. This was no easy one, Sammi! Thanks for pushing me (whether you know it or not 😉 )
Exist or Live
He went through life by rote
Everywhere he went, he had been multiple times before
Same times, same movements, same trajectory
Like a somnambulist, he moved through existence
Never tripping, never seeing, never remembering
There was a danger in waking him, they said
Yes, there is
If living life instead of existing is dangerous
If stepping outside the path
means experiencing both joys and sorrows
if awakening means seeing, smelling, feeling, tasting
By all means
A week away and I feel like it’s been ages! It’s Wednesday and time for Friday Fictioneers. This week Rochelle has chosen a photo from ceayr. Thanks to you both for your hand in this week’s party. I was inspired by one of my favourite movies “Under the Tuscan Sun”. Click on the frog below to add your own 100-word story inspired by this image… or simply check out the other submissions. There is a whole lotta imagination going on!
Where’s the Romance?
What are you doing?
I’m Katherine, playing Sylvia, dancing in the Fountain of Trevi. Remember the scene? “No matter what happens…always keep your childish innocence. It’s the most important thing.” As her beloved ‘Fe-Fe’ told her.
You’re nuts. This is not Tuscany nor Rome and the fountain’s too small.
Oh, for heaven’s sake! Use your imagination, would you?
Well, I’m telling you right now, I am no Martini, playing Marcello, coming to help you out of it.
No, you definitely are not. There is not a romantic bone in that body of yours.
You’re being ridiculous.
And you’re a bore.
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! So impossible to resist, I’ve done this in the airport!
I do not know why this post won’t allow comments! I can’t seem to fix the issue on the mobile version. If I figure it out… Fixed…
We give a name to
Each notable event
To mark the periods
In our life
I wonder what
Will be called
When I think back
I missed out on Crispina‘s challenge last week and thought there is no way I’ll have the time this week but lo and behold. I found a picture I took during a bike ride of our Champlain Bridge being worked on (which has since been replaced – poor thing lasted a mere 50 years…)
So, I made my story a continuation of Crispina’s, which you can read here.
Remember when they built changed Breydon Bridge in 1983?
Yeah, they replaced a sweet, charming stone one with steel and cement.
Was a necessary evil. But get this. It’s being replaced again.
It’s too low. They’re gonna rise it up so that ships can pass under.
Actually, it’s under construction as we speak. Come I’ll show you!
©Globe and Mail
Side by side they are at this moment until the old is dismantled… Love watching our tax money going to waste…
It’s Wednesday-Friday and, though I thought for sure I wouldn’t play, here I am. Kinda hard to diss when Rochelle chooses my photo, eh? I am going to aplogise in advance for anyone whose story I do not get to. I’m getting away for a vacay and will do my best to get to you all before I leave. Gonna be weird to not participate next week but there is no way in hell I am bringing any technology with me (except my phone – for camera reasons, only!) That said, click on the frog below if you wish to read more stories…
This is a completely true story, zero fiction. Sorry, Cathy 😉
Dinner and a Late Show
“Delicious! Glad you introduced me to this restaurant. We better move it as we have a good fifteen-minute walk ahead of us.”
“Yep, time to high-tail it over to Place-des-Arts to see “The Phantom”. Thanks for asking me to join you! Even though I saw it ages ago, I’m glad to see it again.”
“Jeez… we’re fifteen minutes early and there is no one in the lobby? That doesn’t make sense…”
Cathy looked at the tickets, “Shoot! Omigosh! It started at 7:30, not 8:00. We are late not early!”
“I’m so sorry!”
“Please, I’ve seen it. Sucks more for you!”