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The Discussion Continues – Friday Fictioneers

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Good Wednesday, my peeps!  Sun is shining but don’t be fooled ~  it’s a level of cold I just don’t feel like getting used to, today.  So, to warm us up, I decided to do something I never (at least I think I never) do… I have decided to dovetail on Rochelle’s “story” as well as the comments she has received thus far!  So, not that you have to, but what the hey, read hers first here and then mine.  Or don’t.  To add your own story, click on the blue frog below.  G’head, you know you wanna…

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The Discussion Continues

“I betcha there is a cigarette machine in there,” added Josh.

“You’re probably right,” added Linda.  “And why do WordPress and inLinkz keep changing things up?  I hate being told what to do. This is so annoying.”

“I like it and didn’t have a problem.  Even added the frog Rochelle forgot,” laughed Keith.

“Why are you guys focusing on WordPress and the frog?” griped Iain.  “We should respect Rochelle, and get back to the story!”

“I think this is fun,” added Trent.  “I could imagine this is how an informal gathering of all the usual Friday Fictioneer participants would go!”

 

 

 

A Way Out – Friday Fictioneers

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Good Wednesday morning, my Readers!  Yep, it is snowing again.  The upside is, it is only -9°C (16°F), with barely a windchill of -11°C (12°F) – positively balmy compared to the past few days!  AmIright?  To keep us warm – those of us “enjoying” winter, how’s about a little story?  A thank you must go out to Rochelle for keeping this show going for nigh on seven years now, and to Ted Strutz, for sharing this wonderful photo.

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A Way Out

After days of walking in the woods, creating shelters out of twigs and leaves, Georgie was thrilled to see the old car.

“Hey, Fred! Looks like we found tonight’s shelter!”

“Yeah, well, I dunno.  If the windows are intact, it will be great, if not, we’ll be no better off than we’ve been so far.”

“Spoilsport.  Cushions for our poor hips!”

“Gotta hand it to you, Georgie; you are the most positive person I know.”

“You want positive?  How ’bout this?  Tomorrow, you MacGyver it and we get the hell outta here!”

“There’s positive, and there’s dreaming in Technicolor, Babe.”

Ugly Before the Beauty – Friday Fictioneers

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Good Wednesday morning, my peeps!  I was so hoping this day would bring us blue skies.  Nope.  Apparently we can’t have mild(ish) and blue at the same time.  Oh well.  Might as well take this time to write, eh?  Thank you, dear Rochelle, for keeping us coming back week after week.  And what’s this?  Where did you get your hands on this picture, eh?

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Ugly Before the Beauty

 

“Oh my God!  What the hell has he done?”  Carla leaned closer, trying to see beyond the tape.

“Don’t worry so much.  It doesn’t look that bad,” assured Lucia, her head cocked to one side as if a different angle would give a better perspective.

“How the hell am I supposed to see beyond this?  Just look at it!  It’s a total disaster!” Carla wailed.

“I told you it wasn’t ready yet.”

“He said he would fix it.  He said not to worry.  He said it wouldn’t show. This is awful!”

“That’s how plastic surgery works.  Ugly before the beauty.”

 

 

No Water, Please! – Friday Fictioneers

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Good Thursday evening, my peeps!  Spent a few days away up in the Laurentians, taking in the fresh air, enjoying the snow and cottage life.  Back to reality…

I canna lie… looked at this hear picture for two days and finally asked my son what he saw.  A silly story was born.  Thank you, Rochelle and Priya for stumping me this week!

If you think you can play along with something original, please do!  Click on Rochelle’s name for the how-to’s and add your link by clicking on ze bleu frogue below…

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No Water, Please!

“That’s a pretty jar.  Quite colourful.  What are they, love notes?”

“Nope.  Not love notes.  Not even paper.  They’re magical, though.”

“Really?  Why are some on the table?”

“I’m not sure they’ll fit.”

“Whatchu talkin’ about!  There’s lots of room.”

“Don’t be fooled.  One drop of water and the whole thing blows.”

“Hah!  What?  Do they turn nasty like in Gremlins?”

“Something like that…”

“Wait. What? You mean if I pour some of my water on these things—

“NO!  Don’t!”

Too late to stop him, I watched in horror as the pieces on the table grew into giant foam dinosaurs.

Under the Calabash Tree

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Good Boxing Day (for those who “celebrate the crush of bodies in stores the day after Christmas) my peeps.  Hope you are not suffering from a hangover, food or booze-related!  Took me a good while to get myself going today (giving you the idea that I actually have got myself going at all).  The crash after the excitement, I guess!

Thank you to Rochelle for keeping this here party going even during the holidays.  And thank you to Randy Mazie for allowing us to use this photo – for the second time, it would seem.  Before my time 😉  Wanna play with us?  Click on Rochelle’s name for the how-to’s and then click on the Blue Frog to add your link to your own 100-word creation!

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Under the Calabash Tree

The heat is stifling, made more so by the number of people crammed into our little house.  Family gatherings are wonderful and I love them until the press of bodies causes me to seek relief.

I sneak out the back door, unnoticed.  I want no company.  No one alive, anyway.  Except for the goat.  She is always welcome.

I whistle as I make my way to the shade of the calabash tree. One day I’ll remember to bring a damn chair.

I take out my notebook and pencil and begin to write.  I dream of being the next George Lamming.

Roots – Friday Fictioneers

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Good Wednesday, my readers.  I hope you’ve been enjoying my Advent Calendar posts.  I am loving doing them, tell you what!  That said, Friday Fictioneers is here and I love doing participating though must admit I was stuck with this one.  Didn’t want to go down a road I’d already travelled.  I know there is some kind of pun in there in view of the photo… 😉

Always a thank you to our Mentor from Missouri for holding this weekly party.  Thank you Rochelle.  And thanks to Adam Ickes for allowing us to use this photo (for some, a second time).

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Roots

“Going through some old paperwork, I found a hand-written genealogy tree from my mother’s side.”

“Cool!  Find out anything interesting?”

“I already knew that both sides trace back to France.  I’m twelfth or thirteenth generation Quebecer!”

“Anything for your father’s side?”

“Nothing, though I know he was a Scottish Highlander.”

“That’s something.  What else did you find?”

“Mom’s always claimed that there was some Indian—”

“Indiginous….”

“Right. Native. First Nations.”

“Indiginous.”

“Got it!  Other than Mom’s great cheekbones, there’s nothing official.”

“Great bone structure is not proof enough!”

“Exactly.  I’d love to find out that I am a true Canadian.”

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Mom and me

Feel the Rumble – Friday Fictioneers

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Good Wednesday evening, my peeps!  It’s Friday Fictioneers time and I have finally come up with something.  Having already written a post about my son’s love for trains as a boy and another on wanting to run away via train, I was a tad stumped.  What to write about?  My creative muse having abandoned me completely, I had to rely on a fond memory.

Thanks always to Rochelle for being the hostess with the mostest and this week, a thank you to Dawn M. Miller for the use of this beautiful picture.

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Feel the Rumble

Sitting around the dinner table the sounds of her guests enjoying themselves pleased her.

Suddenly, everyone stilled, silence reigned and they turned to her wide-eyed.

“What the hell was that?” one queried.

“What do you mean?”

“That rumble.  Earthquake?  Didn’t you feel it?  And it sounds like glasses are crashing inside your china cabinet.”

“What rumble?”  She frowned.  “Oh that!  Ha ha!  That was the train!  I don’t even notice it anymore and I didn’t hear the glasses because of the party.  Every few months or so, I have to push them back because they jiggle with each train passing.

Advent Calendar Day 1 (A Little Late Because I Thought of it Before Having to Leave For Work!)

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In the spirit of Christmas and the Advent Calendar that has been revamped and re-purposed in myriad ways, I have decided to do one of another sort.  Instead of taking one chocolate per day (or wine or whatever goodie is in vogue) or adding one item into a box to donate for a good cause (a very good thing, indeed) I have chosen to send a little love to my favourite blogs.

Now, this is a difficult thing to do as I am only technically allowed to have 24 entries.  However.  My blog, my choice.  There are 31 days in the month of December so, if I feel like it, I can send love to 31 blogs.  Or more.  I shall see.

I have pondered and thought and come up with a list.  It might change as I move forward and remember that I forgot ones that I love because I don’t “see” them that often or whatever.   Also, for the purposes of fairness and because I don’t necessarily love one for than another (or maybe I do) – is neither here nor there, I shall list them alphabetically!  No favouritism happening here, no siree.

Also, I am not usually a multi-post per day poster but this will happen as there are challenges I like to participate in and, who knows? I may get inspired by other stuff.  And the next Advent posts won’t ramble on like this one either 😉

As mentioned in my title, I had this wonderful lightbulb moment at like 2:30-3:00 pm.  And I had to leave at 3:30 for work.  And, ironically, it is now 3:30 am and I got home from work a mere half-hour ago.

Day 1:  Addicted to Purple

Rochelle Wisoff-Fields has become more than just a Friday Fictioneer Facilitator to me over the years.  She’s become a dear friend.  I came to her blog through Sarah Potter (we’ll get to her on another day 😉 ) whom I came to via someone else.  This blogosphere is a wonderful place.  I don’t even know how or when it moved from writing a 100-word story on Wednesday-Friday to almost daily chats on Messenger to Skype sessions.

Rochelle is a wonderful writer and artist, or is it artist and writer?  Even she doesn’t know which should go first.  She has the ability, in so few words, to bring to life a person from the past, homing in on that thing that makes them who they are (or were).  She blows me away time after time.

I not only read her fantabulous trilogy and accompanying coffee table book but am also lucky enough to be privy to the birth of her next novel.

Lookit that face!  What’s not to love?

The Big Picture – Friday Fictioneers

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Good Wednesday morning, my Readers.  Our esteemed leader, Rochelle, has offered up my picture this week.  I’m beyond flattered.  A few of you mentioned that you wanted a follow up of last week’s prompt, thing that I never do, partly because I’m not clever enough and it has never occurred to me to even do so, and mostly because this challenge is to create a stand-alone story in 100-words or less…

That said, this came to me and, though it stands alone (I hope) it can also be the next part (sorta).

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The Big Picture

She came to, befuddled, wondering how she ended up beside this small waterfall.  The last thing she remembered was leaning in to take a picture.

Where was her camera?  She rarely went anywhere without it.

Sitting on the bank, watching the water cascade over the rocks, she tried to piece together the last, what? How much time had passed?

She heard a voice but could not discern where it came from.

“You must stop looking at life simply through a camera lens.  You’re missing the big picture as you zoom in on the little bits.  Back up, you’ll see more.”

 

 

 

Through the Camera Lens – Friday Fictioneers

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Good Hump Day my Readers! Yes, it is that time of the week where Rochelle Wisoff-Fields entices us with an image and challenges us to write a 100-word story about what we see. This week she uses her very own intriguing picture. I cannot lie. I wrote something, flushed it; tried again and well. There you have it.

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Through the Camera Lens

She loved walking past the old viaduct. Her friends thought it was too dangerous to walk in that area alone but she always felt a sense of peace and calm. People were so paranoid, believing they should fear every little thing.

She always carried her camera, knowing something new would catch her eye. It was her journal of sorts. Observing her surroundings, recording what was new. What secrets lay beneath the stones? How did those plants thrive?

Today, the stones moved. Curious, she leaned in, zooming her camera lens.

They found her camera but the blurred images told them nothing.