Which Lady? – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #21

I knew exactly where I wanted to go with Crispina’s latest challenge.  I did a little reserarch to make sure I didn’t make a total fool of myself.   This challenge is fun because the rules are fast and loose.  Only thing that is asked is to keep it 150 words or less.  Wasn’t feeling poetic this week so did a little discussion between two girls.

To play along, just click here, you’ll see pretty much anything goes!

 

Which Lady?

“Oh, this place is perfect!  The Lady in the Water must reside here!”

“Don’t be daft.  She came from a swimming pool.”

“Bother!  Oh, I know!  The Lady of Shallot, then.  How romantic.  Maybe we’ll see her—”

“What is wrong with you?  She floated down a river.  Does this look like a river to you?”

“I’ve got it. The Lady of the Lake. You cannot dispute that this could, despite its tiny size, pass for a lake.”

“Hah! Which one?  Which Lady of the Lake?”

“Which one?  There is more than one?”

“Yep.  There is Viviane, Lancelot’s protector, who presented him with Excalibur.  And there is the lady Ellen from Walter Scott’s poem who is the centre of attention in a feud between King James V and the powerful clan Douglas—”

“OK, OK. Smarty-pants.  You’re no fun, you know that?  I just wanted to play a simple game of make-believe.”

 

Don’t Know Why, But I Like It – Friday Fictioneers

What is today? Wednesday!  What does that mean? Friday Fictioneers!  Why is Friday Fictioneers on Wednesday?  To confuse you!

I received this lovely picture by Ronda Del Boccio, chosen by our lovely leader, Rochelle and cannot lie… I scratched my head.  There were a few ideas that came and went but everything I came up with felt like something I’d done before so I sent this pic over to my friend, Marc, for inspiration.  And he delivered!  Dunno that I did it justice or not, but hey, I did the best I are 😉 Let us just say I have gone outside of my norm and a tad more whimsical than usual.

Think you have a better idea, or, let us not be negative, another idea?  Then do click on the blue frog below and add the link to your own 100-word story! Would love to read what you write (coz I do read them all…)

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Don’t Know Why, But I Like It

Enjoying the cover of night, Penny Quillo made her way along the forest edge, searching for berries.

A light appeared out of nowhere, blinding her. Cowering in fright, she froze upon hearing footsteps approach. She felt a pinch in her leg, and all went dark.

When she came to, Penny surveyed her surroundings and realised she was safely back deep in the forest, unharmed. She sensed, rather than saw, a blinking light behind her.

Twisting her head, Penny noticed a bunch of twinkle lights ‘decorating’ her quills.

“What? Who would do such a thing? It’s kinda pretty though…” she preened.

 

Weekend Writing Prompt #99 – Anathema

This is not a word that finds its way into my everyday jargon.  Always fun to challenge myself in various ways.  Thank you, Sammi, for providing that challenge!

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.

Word Prompt

Anathema

Challenge

you think you will get into my good graces

pretending to be someone you are not

charming me with your fabulousness

insincerity dripping from your tongue

what you haven’t the sense to understand is

this is anathema to me

give me your honest, goofy, true self

authenticity, with all its foibles

wins

Train Tracks – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #20

Welcome to Crispina’s weekly challenge—open to all—just for FUN, FUN, FUN

Here’s how it works:

Every Wednesday she posts a photo (this week it’s that one below.)
You respond with something CREATIVE. Click here to see just how wide open this challenge is!

This week, a bit of nostalgia 🙂

Train Tracks

Growing up across the street from the railroad tracks, so to speak, watching the long freighter trains go by, feeling the rumble through my body, listening for the tooting of the horn; all these were part of a daily sensory adventure. Even my tastebuds were affected if I was close enough to get a mouthful of dust stirred up by those furiously turning rail wheels.

There were no fences back then. And no fears. And no rules.

And then one day, the the whistles were no longer allowed to blow in the middle of the night – not that we heard them anyway. And yet we missed them. Times change.

My sons don’t have the same freedom we did. They would have to go out of their way to walk the tracks. As a mother, I can’t help but feel relief that they can’t. I’ve fallen into the trap of over-protection.

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.”

 

No Strings Attached – Friday Fictioneers

Ya know when ya have an idea in yer head but it won’t go down on paper?  I think I finally sorta got it down.  This week’s lovely picture was donated by our lovely Sandra Crook.  Thank you, always, to Rochelle for hosting this fantastic challenge.  You’ve got me thinking in 100-word stories, Rochelle!  When I write anything else, I almost feel like I am rambling.  Okay, maybe I am.  But here.  HERE, I learn how to reign it in!

Should you want to try your hand at telling a 100-word story with beginning, middle and end, do click on the frog below and add yours.  It’s great fun and is so addictive.

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No Strings Attached

“C’mon, Bobbie-Sue. I like you so much. We already kissed, why can’t I touch ya?”

“Billy-Joe, you been tryin’ to touch me since we were fifteen!  Why now?”

“Coz you know I’m right for you.  Nobody else can take care o’ you, like I can.”

“I ain’t ready to be tied down.”

“I promise you, no strings.  And I got protection.”

“All right then.  I’ll give you one night.”

The stars were out in the sky and in both of their eyes that night.

***

“No strings, Billy-Joe?  How about an umbilical chord?  Now you HAVE to take care o’ me.”

My D’oh! Moment, Times THREE

So… my buddy Marc and I have taken to challenging each other once per week with a Daily Fitbit Challenge.  Two weeks ago, he must have been feeling lenient and giving this newbie a chance to beat him by 104 steps.  Last Wednesday, despite my 19,217 steps, he whupped my butt by 5K+.

Circumstances were in our favour to do our challenge today rather than tomorrow.  So, once my meeting with my mortgage broker ended some time around 2:00 pm, I started to get ready for my walk with Zeke.  As usual, I open the door to let him out as he drives me nuts while I tie my boots, and lock it because I’ll go out via the garage so I don’t have to carry my keys.

Open the door and see if the Zeke-Meister is there, and of course, he is!

Gather my stuff and out the garage I go.  Close the garage by pressing the button and take a few steps.  Hmmm… Methinks it might be colder than I thought, maybe I should get a light hat to protect my ears.  Punch in the code and.  Nothing.  Punch it in again.  Nothing.  Shit.  Try one last time and still.  Nothing.  Now I’m thinking that the other button mighta been pushed by accident, thereby blocking the keypad from working.  Why didn’t I check before leaving?  The green dot flashes when it’s locked.   D’oh! number 1

Start walking and text Aidan – “Locked out, blah blah… What time do you finish school?”  Get the response:  “last class is at six”.

Text Iain, who is also at school:  same blah blah as to Aidan plus, “let me know when you can come unlock the door.” Get the response “bruh.  I have a break at 6 and I don’t  have my full set.”

Text my sister, “Any chance in hell you have my house key?”  Get the response “I’m not home right now, and I’ll check but I doubt it”.  So did I.

More exchanges with the boys.  I keep walking because I might as well get my steps in since I can’t even get into the house.  Have an ah-hah moment.  Wait!  I betcha Mick gave a key to Robert for ‘just in case’…. text Robert:  “Hey you!  Any chance in hell you have a key to my house?”  Get the response:  “I think yes”.  He then calls me and tells me he will call me when he gets home to confirm.

Hallelujah!

With a much lighter bounce in my step, Zeke and I walk all the way past the Parc des Coutances to the strip of a trail behind the rue de Gascogne, happy that for once I did not drag my big camera.  I am wondering why so many trees were cut down in that strip.  It can’t be to make way for anything other than the pathway that is already there.  Curious.  But not enough to investigate.

On our return, I regretted not having my camera as there were cardinals calling out to each other.  I did film a little snippet because for some strange reason, zooming in on a video gives better results than zooming in for a picure.  Sadly, it just didn’t do them justice.

There were other birds as well but dang.  Robert called to confirm he did have the key but since he was going to dinner at his parents, where did he want me to hide it?  I told him where but just to make sure it was the right key.

He calls me back.  “Um… your front door was not locked.”  D’oh! Number 2.

Good grief.  Really?  I guess when I checked on Zeke’s position, I forgot to re-lock the door.  Bravo.  So Robert locked it for me.

By the time I got home, I figured… lemme check the keypad, just for the hell of it.

You guessed it.  The garage door opened.  Of course it did, Dummy.  You were able to close the damn door with the extra button (the one that usually goes in your car if you could actually put a car in your garage, which you can’t because our stupid furnace is in there so we keep the button on a rack by the door).  D’oh! Number 3.

On the plus side, with all this walking and stuff, I beat Marc by 431 steps.  Mind you, he called it at 8 saying he was charging his Fitbit and putting his feet up.  So, in solidarity, I removed mine 😉  Now, he’s gonna tell all a’ y’all that I was getting a lil cocky to which I replied “A lil bit.”  I’m sure I could have gotten a couple more hundred steps in easy-peasy.  Especially since I was behind by almost 900 at 7 so I danced while I prepared my supper 😀

I know full well that most days he has me beat so I’ll just bask in my lil moment for a bit.