Dreams – Friday Fictioneers

Wednesday is here again.  Blink of an eye and time to get that muse working. Regular like clockwork this Friday Fictioneers is.  And a good thing these challenges keep us somewhat on track.  WordPress is being a dick with me (and others, I have since learned).  Comments are not showing up in the notification bar so I have to go back into the post to respond. Have no fear, I shall do so!  Till then, let us thank c.e. ayr for his photo of a photo and Rochelle for her reminding us what day it is!  Click on ze frogue below to add your own 100-word story or to read the other participants’ takes on this lovely image.




She was done hanging on to dreams that were never going to come to fruition.  Talk, talk, talk. That’s all they ever did.  Every time she tried to make a plan, excuses were offered.

“That’s it! I’m not waiting for you to participate in what I thought was our dream.” She threw the poster to the curb.


During her evening walk, Layla spotted the photo of Paris. “Oh! Wonderful!”  She looked around, not wanting to appear a garbage picker, saw the coast was clear and took it home.

“I can now add to my dream board.  Paris, here I come!”


From Dreams to Clutter

Earlier this afternoon, I was reading the lovely Na’ama Yehuda’s Tea Time poem which gave me the urge to make myself a cup of tea.  English Breakfast, to be precise.  The image she used to accompany her poem was taken by her niece, Smadar Halperin-Epshtein, and looks like part of a store specializing in tea paraphernalia, or at the very least all sorts of kitchen stuff.  My comment to her post was:

“If I could, I would include a picture of MY teapot collection.  And now, for some strange reason, I felt the need to plug in the kettle 😉”

I actually tried to insert a picture into my comment but knew it was for naught.  I told her I’d just have to do a post so she could see!  And well, dang it, here it is 😉

I wiped off the dust (what’s visible anyway) and took this picture.  I do have a couple more in my “store” as we call my sort of cold room, notably a Santa Claus…

I stared at my collection and reminisced about why I have so many teapots in the first place.  No, no, no, I was just collecting, like those who do spoons or plates from all over the world.  I once had a plan. These teapots would be put to use in my eventual tea house.  Family members, especially my sister, Lisa, started giving me them as gifts.  I don’t remember ever telling them to stop but eventually it became clear that they were just going to sit there.

Why, you ask?  Life got in the way.  First came the house, then the kids, then, when I started talking about starting my catering business, Mick announced he was going to leave his job and start his own business.  We couldn’t both take risks at the same time.  I believed in him and completely supported him all the way – his was a more lucrative business that could actually pay the bills rather than mine, which was an “unrealistic pipe dream”, anyway.  So I put mine aside.  And worked in offices as secretary/administrative assistant/supervisor, blah blah blah.  They can give it the title they want but it’s all the same difference.  I was good at it and paid decently so it lessened his stress.

Within a few years, Mick’s business was doing really well and I wanted to leave my abominable boss and boring-to-tears job and focus on my potential catering.  He balked.  I gave in.  Till I got myself liberated 😏.  Yessiree.  I made sure I was liberated.  Which was smart in the end, as I had a contract and they had to pay me five months’ salary.  I had done catering jobs here and there plus personalized birthday cakes, over the previous twenty years, but now I could focus on getting more contracts.  I started making meals for busy families.  I started working on my website (forget it, it’s shite, right now), I did corporate lunches here and there.  That dream was still in the back of my mind but growing dimmer.

And then Mick died.  And everything changed.  I still did meals for about a year after but that was just not lucrative enough.  I got offered the job at the golf club and slowly stopped catering.  The idea of owning my own little tea house has gone to the wayside.  I’m too old for that type of business now.  No, don’t argue.  I am at the stage in my life where I don’t want to be stuck to such a business.  And I don’t want to look into a partnership either as that brings its own headaches.

My house is for sale.  I want to downsize.  I want to travel, breathe, live.  I will find something else that will permit me to do just that.

Those teapots?  They are now officially clutter and need to be “Kon-maried”.

Ironically, as I was writing this post, Na’ama wrote another poem that arrived in my in-box bearing a message that spoke to me, effectively book-ending my little musing.  Do go read it, it is absolutely lovely, it ends with these words:

“You’ll find the path

To follow when you


— Na’ama Yehuda

More Than Play – Friday Fictioneers

Wednesday is here as is Friday Fictioneers.  Rochelle is working on her third book in her fabulous trilogy – I cannot wait!  So, our hostess is on summer hiatus and is sharing beloved past posts.  However, for me, they are all new!  Thanks to Douglas M. MacIlroy for this fun photo.  If you would like to give your interpretation, please click here for the hows and whats.  Just want to read others?  Click on ze Bleu Frogue.

©Douglas M. MacIlroy

Copyright Douglas M. MacIlroy

Genre:  Fiction

Word count:  100

More Than Play

There she was, Julie Cousteau, discoverer of all things ocean.  The best of the best.  For hours she’d live in her underwater world; learning, sharing her discoveries, one with the ocean.  She felt so at home there.  Why was that?

Her reverie was broken by a rap on her head, followed by a snarky: “What’re you doing, Dingbat?”

“I’m not a dingbat, I’m a great oceanographer”, she retorted.

“Mooooom!  Julie’s wearing that stupid helmet again!”

“Leave her alone, Ben. She’s not playing. She’s planning her future.”

“Pfft!  Girls can’t do that!”

“Oh? Now where did that foolish notion come from?”


Friday Fictioneers – Another View

It’s Wednesday!  Actually, it’s midnight, so it’s really Thursday.  Oh well.  Time for Friday Fictioneers!  Yes, yes, some of us try to get our stories in early!  Quite a few of us, actually!  Rochelle not only hosts this shindig, this week she also supplied the wonderful photograph!

Should you like to read more stories, or, better yet, add your own, please click on the Blue Frog!

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Genre:  Fiction – but hopefully not for long!

Word count:  100

Another View

©Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Coffee in hand, she leaned against her kitchen counter and gazed outside the window.  On this quiet morning, she contemplated her life thus far.  She determined that on the whole it had so far been a very good one.  All the challenges, hardships and losses were far outweighed by all the joys, good fortunes and gains.

Her thoughts turned towards her future.  There was still much more ahead of her now.  Endless possibilities.  What were her dreams and desires? The flat lawn turned into rolling hills filled with vineyards and olive groves and sunflowers.  Tuscany was definitely part of it.


Friday Fictioneers – Close Your Eyes

Genre:  Fiction

Word count:  100

Close Your Eyes

©Dee Lovering

Jolene takes refuge in a shaded spot under the huge weeping willow by the dance hall. She lies back against the trunk and closes her eyes, willing the oppressive heat away.

As she drifts off to sleep, she pictures a partially cloudy day with a cooling breeze caressing her skin. The breeze picks up and has now been joined by the lightest, fluffiest of snowflakes. Soon, a light blanket of snow covers the ground all around her.

She starts to shiver and is suddenly shaken awake. She stares in awe at her snow-covered surroundings.

“Just how long did I sleep?”

 100-Word Stories:  Friday Fictioneers

Photo Prompt:  Copyright © Dee Lovering

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Friday Fictioneers – Dreams

 Genre:  Fiction

Word count:  100



It never failed.  The train passed by exactly at four o’clock every afternoon while I lazed away in the field, dreaming, hiding from my chores.  I imagined myself hopping on it one day, taking me away from here.

I wanted to see the world. I was going to GO places! The city was calling me: the hustle and bustle of “real” life was out there, not here in this endless nothingness. I was ready to go out there and see it for myself. Mom wanted me to go out there and find what I was looking for.

Then Dad died.

Friday Fictioneers:  100 Word Stories

Photo prompt:  Copyright © Jennifer Pendergast

My Own Show

So yesterday’s prompt…

Monday, November 24

What’s your favorite headline/blog post title you’ve ever written? What was the hardest post to title?

…did nothing for me and I so had no idea what to write that I ended up writing nothing!

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Today’s prompt is:

Tuesday, November 25

You are given unlimited funds and a fabulous team of programmers and told to create your own social networking platform. Tell us all about your ideal, fictional social media site.

While not quite answering the question, I will share with you my dream… I joke about it when I talk about it but, if I’m to be totally honest here (and you all know I am no faker), deep down, I really do dream about its possibility!

Now, my unlimited funds and fabulous team – of technicians – not programmers, necessarily, would not necessarily help me build a social networking platform for a fictional social media site per se.

No, no, MY team would help me create my very own Cooking Show!  Which they can distribute via whatever social networking platform! Considering how many are already out there on PBS, Food Network (both US & Canada), Gusto… it’s kind of a silly dream, really.  You can find already pretty much anything or any style of host you could possibly want.  What could I truly add to this mix?  Most of my ideas were suddenly on existing shows! (Rachael Ray’s “Week in a Day” appeared not one month after I thought that would be a great premise for a show!  Dang!)

I have watched “The Next Food Network Star” and frankly, could not imagine putting myself through those hoops (though, congrats to Lenny, I really liked him!)

I look at Nadia G.’s “Bitchin Kitchen” (though not everyone likes her style, I like that she’s Canadian, put herself out there, rocked it and certainly doesn’t apologise for it!) that started on the Internet and ended up on Food Network as a fabulous story.

So… what will MY story be?  Will I come up with a fabulous idea, share it and become a sensation?

Am I dreaming in Technicolor?

Or have I completely lost my mind?

This is the most recent video (another in the loop but having technical difficulties…)

I’ve heard tell I may not be so crazy…