Rebuilding – Friday Fictioneers

Posted on December 11, 2019 by Dale | 162 Comments

Good Wednesday, my peeps. It’s Friday Fictioneers time and our leader, Rochelle chose this picture from Michael Sublett to challenge us. And challenge she did. Of course, my brain is full of a head cold so I’m working twice as hard to get half the words. Ugh. I still have one weekend to work. Now is not the time! Oh well… while I go soak in the tub, you can read my little 100-word attempt.

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Rebuilding

Like the detritus caused by a wrecking ball to a no-longer-useful building, her life lay in a mess about her feet. She walked through, kicking at the pieces, thinking life as she knew it was over. And it was. That part, anyway. Were there pieces she could salvage? Should she even? Or should she simply walk away from this mess and start anew. It scared the shit out of her, to be honest. She’d started over before, she could do it again.

It was so much bigger this time. She grabbed a framed picture. This could be her starting point.

Choosing the Simple Life – What Pegman Saw

Posted on July 7, 2018 by Dale | 36 Comments

Good Sunny Saturday my peeps! I hope it is sunny and not sweltering where you are… We finally had a break in the humidity and are enjoying sunshine without melting into a puddle. I didn’t partake last week but, since I have a Saturday off and no plans whatsoever, I thought, why not? Thank you, as always, to Karen and Josh for hosting this weekly party.

This week Pegman is back in Europe in the Faroe Islands in the Kingdom of Denmark. Your mission is to write up to 150 words inspired by the location. You can use the location supplied in the prompt, or you can browse for your own view of the Faroe Islands using Google Maps. You’ll find both street view and photo spheres at the location.

Once your piece is polished you can share it with others at the Linkup below. Reading and commenting on others’ work is part of the fun.

Choosing the Simple Life

Life was simple and real in Gasadalur. After years of living the supposed high life in Copenhagen as a real estate agent, Freja finally gave it all up. She never thought, when she got the listing for the property on the Faroe Islands, that she would find the ideal buyer in herself.

Her family tried to stop her, telling her it was no place for a woman to live alone. It was too rugged, wild, and isolated. How would she live? Her assurances were met with protestations.

Once she introduced them to Enok, they felt a small measure of relief. His name did mean dedicated and faithful, after all. He invited them into his home, fed them and assured them that Freja would never be unsafe with him around.

After they left, she thanked Enok for his help and went home.

He watched her walk away… I’ll woo her yet…

Mistaken Identity – What Pegman Saw

Posted on April 7, 2018 by Dale | 49 Comments

Good Saturday, my Peeps! What does Saturday mean? Well, if I’m inspired – and I try to be – it’s What Pegman Saw time! Thank you always to Karen and Josh for hosting this. It’s fun to have an extra 50 words for a prompt – and to be able to choose our picture!

This week Pegman is in Billinudgel, New South Wales, Australia. Here you’ll find streetview, or a whole deck of 360 photospheres to chose from. So, take a look around. Maybe you want to enjoy some fresh oysters and kick back with a pint while you’re here.

The Pegman challenge is to write 150 words inspired by the location. Once you’ve created your story/poem/essay, share it with others at the linkup below.

Mistaken Identity

He looked around The Shed with satisfaction. He was quite pleased with all he had accomplished in such a short time. New country, new business, new identity. Life was grand indeed.

“Excuse me, Sir, you the owner?”

“Sure am. What can I do you for?”

“I’m Detective McGraw, from.Canada. Looking for a guy who goes named Stan Simpson.”

“Really? Weird. Never been there. Too bloody cold. My name is Fred Frampton.”

“You sure? You’re a dead ringer!”

“They say we each have our doppelgänger out there. Guess you met mine. Now, would you like to see the menu?”

“Nope… I’d like to see your I.D. I’m not convinced you’re not the guy I’ve been searching the globe for.”

Reaching for his wallet, he asked, “So what’d he do?”

“Killed a cop while robbing a bank.”

“Whoa!” Fred looked McGraw right in the eye. “Here. You see? I’m not him.”