Through the Camera Lens – Friday Fictioneers

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.

It’s Subjective – Friday Fictioneers

Had me a little free time during my little getaway, so I figured I’d try to write a little quickie FF…  Thanks always to the lovely Rochelle for being the magnet to our metal and pulling us in every Wednesday.  This week Rochelle usurped acquired legally, J.S. Brand‘s lovely photo.

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It’s Subjective

That’s some kinda erotica you’ve got going there.

What?  No!  This is a piece of art.

Art, eh? Erotic art.  Pretty Picasso-ish, you ask me.  I mean lookit that.  You’ve got a pastie on one boob, and some kinda bandage on the other.  The belly-button is exposed and I do not know what the heck is up with the “nether regions”.  Some kinda fancy venus mons?

Get your mind out of the gutter, will ya?  Those are eyes, one with a patch!  That’s a hat, can’t you tell?

I guess it’s not what you look at, it’s what you see…

 

Hello – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday ridiculously early morning (for me, anyway) my Readers. I’m sitting in a hospital waiting room chair hoping someone will soon give a rat’s ass about my step-father, who’s been lying on a gurney in a hallway since 7:00 p.m. (it is now 2:00 a.m.), following a fall that cracked his head open. OK, OK, not that big but the confusion he expressed following said fall is what bought him an ambulance ride here.  So, while I wait why not prepare my intro?  I’m rambling on for you all, aren’t I 🙄.

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It is now 3:30 a.m. and I am back home and Rochelle’s email has just popped up so why not write my story before I hit the hay?  A thank you to Rochelle for keeping us coming back week after week and, thank you to Jeff Arnold for allowing us to use his photo this week.

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Hello

She slowly woke up, naturally, no blaring from a jarring alarm clock. Eyes still closed, she smiled and stretched, feeling the delicious tenderness that comes from a wonderful night of loving. Rolling over onto her side, she slowly opened her eyes. As her surroundings came into focus, she blinked once, staring into a pair of blue eyes.

“Hello. I’m Olivia.  Can you make pancakes?”

Now wide awake, she sat upright, her hand reaching beside her to feel a cold emptiness. She looked back at the little girl.  What the hell?

“Good morning. Sleep well?  I see you’ve met my daughter.”

 

Never Again – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday afternoon, Readers… well, for those of you on Eastern Standard Time, anyway! Our wonderful leader Rochelle has once again left us with an intriguing photo, this time supplied by Roger Bultot. Dunno how my mind went where it went – just know that it is fiction! Should you want to try your hand at this lovely challenge, please click on Rochelle’s name for the rules and regs. It’s fun and addictive, I assure you! For more stories, click on the blue frog below. You are sure to be entertained.

©Roger Bultot

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Never Again

She lay on her back, eyes fixated on the ceiling. The lights wavered and blurred as her thoughts took her back to that time so long ago. A memory she was sure she had buried so deep it would never come back. But that’s not how it worked, did it? You could pretend something didn’t happen, even make yourself believe it didn’t; but it did. No amount of wishing it away would make it disappear completely.

She mentally shook herself back to the present. She was no longer that vulnerable girl. She would never allow that happen to her again.

Kintsukuroi – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wed… oh dear… it’s past midnight!  So, good Thursday, my friends.  Today’s Friday Fictioneers had me stumped somewhat.  Well, I knew where I wanted to go but the words eluded me.  Nothing like taking a step back and letting it swirl around, hoping to make it somewhat coherent…

Thank you, always, to Rochelle for keeping us wanting to come back week after week.  And this week, thank you to Sandra Crook for this wonderful photo.

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Kintsukuroi

He stood there, stunned, chunks of his heart strewn about like shells tossed back from the ocean.

He bent down, determined to pick up the pieces, when a wave of anger overtook him.  He balled up his fist, prepared to slam it down and destroy what was left.

He felt two hands wrap themselves around his fist, stopping further destruction.  Surprised, he looked up and found her there.  Her intense gaze kept him prisoner as did her hands.

“Kintsukuroi,” she said.

“What?”

“It’s not over.  What seems permanently broken, is not.  Let me be the gold that makes you shine.

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I don’t usually on these posts, but Hey Rosetta has a lovely song that just fit…

 

A Job Well Done – Friday Fictioneers

Well, good Hump Day to you all!  It’s that middle of the week time where we get a great photo from our fearless leader, Rochelle, and are asked to write a 100-word story, with a beginning, middle and end.  Sounds easy, eh?  Well, to tell the truth, sometimes it is, and sometimes it isn’t!  But it always is worth the effort.  One learns how to cut the fluff and get to the nitty-gritty in hopefully a way that pleases the reader.  A huge thank you to Priorhouse for the use of her photo this week.  Do join in, if you feel you are up to the challenge.  Just click on the blue frog below to add your link.

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A Job Well Done

She moved around the table making sure all was arranged functionally as well as beautiful.  A properly set service made the difference.  Satisfied, she left the foyer to check on other duties needing her attention.

“I just don’t understand why you care so much about this crappy job of yours.  How can you demean yourself by setting up coffee when you can be doing much greater things?”

“Why is it demeaning to care about doing a job well? Taking pride in what you do is not about the what you do, it’s about the how you choose to do it.”

Cut To Perfection – Friday Fictioneers

It is officially Thursday as of 18 minutes ago.  Hey, what’s a girl to do when she works a 12+ hour shift and gets home at 11 pm?  I had been thinking of this wonderful picture by J.Hardy Carroll and trying to come up with something.  I dunno why, but my drive home gave me an a-ha moment so, voilà.

Thank you to Rochelle for hosting our weekly gathering of fellow fiction writers.  I so love how it challenges me to try to come up with something original.  Sometimes I succeed, sometimes, not so much.  However, we keep coming back week after week, don’t we?  Oh?  You don’t yet?  Well, what are you waiting for?  100 words, beginning, middle and end.  Full story.  It’s a challenge, that’s for sure!  If you do want to try, just click on the blue frog below and add your link to your blog.  Easy-peasy.  Not sure what else needs to be done?  Just click on Rochelle‘s name and follow the rules and regs!

©J.Hardy Carroll

 

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Cut to Perfection

Bit by bit you cut away at me.  I don’t really notice it at first:  a chisel here, a cut there, nothing significant.  I’m flattered you care enough to better me.  Over time, more cuts, more changes, all in the name of making me perfect, you say. I protest.  You dismiss my concerns as nonsense.

You say I have a great base to work with as my frame is good but just needs some improvements to make the whole me that much prettier.  “Just think beautiful cut-out objets d’art!”

Outside, I look good.  All that was me has been discarded.