Honouring Dad – Friday Fictioneers

I was going to wait until tomorrow to write my Friday Fictioneers so that I could dedicate a post to my father, gone five years ago today.  I was all gung-ho to scan some great photos of my dad that I have in an envelope.  Somewhere.  As my house is up for sale, the exact box I know those pics are in is…. I can’t find it.  Had it.  Got stacked.  Sigh.  As luck will have it, that particular box will pop up out of nowhere tomorrow, when I no longer need it!  I refuse to fret about it and Rochelle was kind enough to supply a picture that worked for me to mix a tribute to my dad and FF.  Thanks, my friend!  The dialogue below would be between my sisters, Lisa, Tracy and me.

Honouring Dad

We need a centrepiece.

How’s this?

Perfect, he’d like that.

Don’t forget to put ketchup in little bowls. Heaven forbid we leave the bottle on the table!

Got it.  Got some pickles?  Put them in a bowl, too.  Can’t have people’s fingers going in there.

OK… Got the kids’ table set up?  Make it just as nice, eh?

What are we missing?

Got the capers, onions and cream cheese for the salmon?

Yep.  We’re good. All that’s missing is Dad’s bloody bird.

Dad, you’ve been gone five years. What we wouldn’t give to hear you talk about your damn bird.

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Me and Dad… Celebrating his birthday, Sept. 11, 2012

One year after Dad passed away, I wrote this

Just Like Dad – Friday Fictioneers

Good Thursday, my Peeps!  I am a tad later than usual as my computer decided that life was not worth living and died in my arms.  Not one to grieve too long, and knowing that my brother-in-law will do his best to retrieve what he can out of the damn thing, I put my man-child to work to find me the best deal I could get immediately.  Am now typing from my brand-spanking-new laptop.  Oh the joys of setting up all your “stuff”!

Enough about that.  Thank you, always, to Rochelle for keeping us in line.  And this week, thank you to Courtney Wright for the use of her wonderful picture this week.

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Just like Dad

He was so excited.  He got the job working in the shop around the corner from home.

“You need construction boots with a steel cap, don’t you?” Mom asked.

“Yeah,” Son answered

“Here, try your dad’s.  I bet you they fit.”

He put them on and it was like they were made for him.

“Cool!”

Off he went for his very first full-time job.

In the early afternoon, Mom received the text:  “I must have inherited Dad’s genes.  I’m a natural.”

Tears in her eyes, she replied:  “I’m not surprised.  He would have been so proud of you, you know.”

 

The Middle Ground – Friday Fictioneers

What day is it today?  Friday Fictioneers, of course!  The day we receive Rochelle Wis(no-e)off-Field’s email with our picture prompt of the week.  This week we are graced with a long-lost cousin of Rochelle’s’ picture.  Thank you Jill Wisoff for allowing us to write our little 100-word stories to your picture.

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The Middle Ground

“We could meet somewhere in the middle?”

“Great idea.  How about New York City?

“According to Google Maps, it’s much closer to you than to me.  However, I’m game!”

“Lemme look into Air BnB, see if I can get anything reasonable.”

“I love New York.  There is so much to do.”

“Damn.  There is NOTHING in New York City!  But Brooklyn could be an option if you wish.”

“I hear it’s the new foodie paradise.”

After months of texting and phone calls, they finally met in person. Shy for a nano-second, they embraced, feeling like they’d known each other forever.

A Run in the Woods – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday evening, my Peeps.  It is Friday Fictioneers time and, though my head is stuffy and my mind fuzzy, I wanted to play with you.  With a little idea from Frank at A Frank Angle, I came up with this.  Thank you, always to our leader, Rochelle, for keeping us cats in line.  And this week, thank you to Karen Rawson for this wonderful picture.

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A Run in the Woods

Frank and his dog Zeus loved to run in the backwoods. It was quiet and they rarely encountered other people. Every time they got to the stairs leading to the top of the hill, Frank made like Rocky and ran up, taking them two at a time, pumping his arms in the air once he reached the top. Zeus danced around him enthusiastically.

Frank decided to run down but he missed a step near the end, rolled, and landed flat on his back in the mud, staring up, wind knocked out of him, ankle broken.

That was graceful, eh Zeus?

 

Serenity – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday morning or afternoon or evening or … well, you get my drift!  All depends on where on the globe you find yourself, right?  Rochelle has stopped by my mailbox once again with our weekly challenge of writing a 100-word story based on an image.  This week’s supplied by her lovely hubs, Jan, from their very recent trip out west.  I cannot lie.  I stared at this picture for some time.  Marc came to my rescue once again.  Thanks, B!

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Serenity

Hot and sweaty from the climb, she plopped down on a rock, stripped and let the mountain air cool her body.   Sipping from her canteen, she looked out at the beautiful vista in front of her.  It felt exquisite to be alone and quiet.  Dealing with these love-sick suitors had frazzled her to no end.  They put Pepe Le Pew to shame!  Spring had to be in the air.

Body dry and breath calmed, she took out her wing-suit, slipped it on, walked to the edge and jumped.

Arms and legs spread wide, soaring with the wind, she found serenity.

Some Enchanted Evening – Friday Fictioneers

‘Tis Wednesday-Friday already!  You got it, it’s Friday Fictioneers time.  Despite the fact that our fearless leader Rochelle is out and about, gallivanting around the Western States on a road trip, still she makes sure we have our prompt.   This week, the photo she chose is one from Douglas M. MacIlroy  – thanks for letting us use your photo, Doug!

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Some Enchanted Evening

It was going to be a beautiful evening, though mostly starless, thanks to the clouds.  Still, it was nice and warm and they would be able to sit by the fire for that extra cozy feel.

“Don’t forget to bring the Tiki torch, Babe.  It’ll keep the skeeters away.”

“Great idea.  How ’bout some wine, too?”

“Yeah.  And I think there’s still some cheese left from last night.  Might as well bring that too.”

While he retrieved the items, she positioned the chairs and table round the fire.

“So, where do you think we stand as a couple?” she asked.

Back Tracking – A Friday Fictioneer Special

Good Friday morning, my Peeps!

A little surprise for you this morning.  Kelvin Knight asked me if I would be interested in trying to write a Friday Fictioneer with him:  One sentence by him, one by me.  And, as I’m always willing to try something new, I was up for the challenge.  The first sentence is his and so on… with little tweaks here and there, the end result is the following little story.  Of course, we are an ocean apart so it took some time for the whole back and forth – besides life, like jobs, getting in the way 😉

©Björn Rudberg

BACK TRACKING

A Special FF by

Dale Rogerson and Kelvin M. Knight

This track was going to break her. It was an unending struggle just to remain upright. If only she could rekindle that spark which used to ignite her anger. Because at least anger was a feeling – much better than this emotional void.

‘This trek won’t be character building,’ he said. ‘It will be character revealing! And it just might build the necessary character to get off this path once and for all.’

‘Off?’ she fumed. ‘You said we were on this track to the bitter end!’

‘Well, sue me.’

She, like his non-verbal stop sign, bristled like a porcupine.