Joie de Vivre – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday morning!  Is it as HAWT and HUMID in your neck of the woods?  Lord love a duck… I know, I know… enough about the weather.  Still…  While thanking my lucky stars I have air conditioning and a pool (not that anyone but me wants to venture outside to use it…) I cannot help but feel for those who are melting away in their hot domiciles without it.

Oh!  And to all my American friends, Happy Independence Day!  Enjoy and stay safe!

Thanks as always to Rochelle for hosting this here party weekly (even when she has a houseful of guests!)  And thank you to J. Hardy Carroll for the use of his photo.

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Joie de Vivre

Some people just can’t be contained.  Life throws them curve balls that would leave others rolled up in a ball crying on the bathroom floor.

Blair was such a guy.

He believed that life was an adventure filled with wonderful things.  Life was good and what you made of it was your choice.  You could focus on the negative, and no one was exempt, or focus on the good.

“One person’s lost leg is another person’s lost child is another person’s lost puppy,” he’d say. “No one can judge that one person’s pain is worth more than another’s.

“Let’s dance!”

 

 

 

Love Song – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday afternoon, ladies and gents!  The sun is shining beautifully here on the south shore of Montreal.  Tomorrow it is supposed to rain cats and dogs and then we are expecting a week-long heatwave starting Friday…  I’ll try to enjoy today as much as I can before work!  That said, before I go back out there and attack the weeds, I share with you this little 100-word story based on our hostess with the mostest’s own picture of her Luv’s music room.  Thank you, always, Rochelle, for not only being here week after week, encouraging us to write and up our game, but for always supplying your own fabulous take on the prompt.

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Love Song

“…. and this is my music room.”

“You play all these instruments?”

“Yep!  Wanna hear some?”

“Yes, please.  I’d love to.  What is your genre?”

“You tell me after you’ve heard me play.  How about that?”

She nodded yes, thrilled that he was going to play just for her.

He picked up his guitar and she marvelled as his fingers caressed the instrument.

The melody was beautiful, his voice a rich baritone.

“So? What say you?”

“I’d say a country-influenced crooner is what you are.  You must have loved her very much.”

A shadow crossed his face.  “With all my heart.”

Hide ‘n Seek – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday morning, my peeps! It is Friday Fictioneers time! Yessiree… Rochelle chose this wonderful picture by Fatima Fakier Deria this week. So many possibilities, don’t you think? You do? Then do, by all means, join in the fun and let us read it!

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Hide ‘N Seek

Simon and Jeffrey loved playing hide ‘n seek along the waterways. They delineated certain blocks, making sure they stayed within, otherwise they’d never find each other! So much fun, especially on delivery days. So many crates to hide in or behind. They played almost every weekend when the weather permitted.

It was Simon’s turn to count. “…97, 98, 99, 100. Ready or not, here I come!”

He ran between crates, laughing, “I’ll find you, Jeffrey!”

Suddenly Simon was scooped up and thrown into a box on a boat. The wind knocked out of him, he thought he heard a muffled sound behind him.

“Jeffrey?…”

Cheese and Crackers – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday, my peeps! It is Friday Fictioneers time and this week we have a sorta special. Rochelle and I decided to link our stories, just for fun. So…if you haven’t already, you really should read hers first 😉 then mine… Our lovable clown, Russell, is the “hero” of our stories so… Russell, just know, we absolutely adore you!

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©The ever smiling, ever sweet, Connie Gayer

Cheese and Crackers

Shelley and Dale were hot and sweaty from their hike. Shelley said it would be nice to cool off in Gayer’s pond but worried, saying he was mean as they come.

“Looks harmless to me. Offer him a drawing.”

Shelly would have none of that as she felt he had no clue about art.

“Hey! Draw him with that clown nose he likes so much. Oh, and put that bloody invisible box he goes on and on about. Hey Farmer Gayer! How ’bout Shelley draw a picture of you in exchange for a swim?”

“Lemme guess, I’ll be all purple?”

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.

Sorry… can’t log it to include the frog this week… so, go to Rochelle’s blog and click on hers!

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.