Tomorrow – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday evening (for those of you on Eastern Standard Time), my readers.  I was lucky enough to finish work early today so I can write my FF.  Of course, the price of finishing early was for me to be oh-so-generous and agree to go in tomorrow on my day off as they are short-staffed.  Again.  Sigh.   No matter, here I am now.  Thank you always to our leader, Rochelle, for hosting this party weekly.  Thank you Sarah for a great photo!

Should you wish to join in on the fun, just click on the blue frog to add your story.  Not sure about the rules and regs? Click on Rochelle’s name for the how-tos.

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Genre:  Fiction  – no really, it is!

Word Count:  Please.  Always 100

Tomorrow

2015 New Year’s resolution was going to be a success.  She had everything she needed:  climalite technology tank tops, inner brief, sweat-wicking shorts, shock-absorber sports bras, top-notch running shoes and a one-year subscription to the gym.  Guaranteed success that she would be in great bikini form come summer.

First week was great, she went every other day.  Second week, same thing.

Went to a party and had a little too much fun so she called off her work-out.  I’ll go tomorrow.

2018, new resolution:  Clean out shed.  Well looky here!  So that’s where they were!

Uh-huh.  Obviously tomorrow never came back in 2015…

The She Shed – Friday Fictioneers

Top of the mornin’ to you, my Readers!  Been up and at ’em since 6:30 am.  Why, you ask?  Because.  Because. I dunno why but I decided to not try to go back to sleep and get stuff done!  Coffee and Friday Fictioneers seemed like the perfect place to start.  The sun is shining – YAY!  FINALLY – so I shall be taking advantage of it before it’s off to work.

Fabulous Friday Fictioneer Facilitator, Rochelle has chosen the marvellous Sarah Potter‘s lovely pic this week.  Do have a go at writing your own 100-word story, if you dare.  Click on Rochelle’s name to get the rules and regs – reallly, they are not that complicated…

Just want to read other versions?  Please click on the blue frog

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The She Shed

When they visited the property, she spotted the old potting shed.  Her husband was quick to say they would tear it down first thing.

“Oh hell no!” she exclaimed.  “Consider it my project, darling.  I’ll fix it up.  You’ll be amazed, just you wait and see.”

He shrugged and they bought the property.

As promised, Charlotte worked on the shed diligently, ripping out the overgrowth, painting and beautifying.  When done, she showed it to Sam.

“Wow!  I’d hang out with you here!”

“Don’t think so, Bud.  Virginia Woolfe said a woman needs room of her own…   It’s my She Shed!”

Sparkles, To Brighten Up the Night – Friday Fictioneers

Yessiree, Bob, it’s Wednesday!  That means it’s Friday Fictioneers time!  This week’s photo is donated by the talented writer, Sarah Potter.   Our hostess, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields sure knows how to pick ’em!

Should you wish to participate – go ahead, it’s loads of fun and quite addictive! – click on Rochelle’s name for the how-to.  If you simply with to see what a variety of stories this image has created, then click on zee frog!

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Word count:  100

Genre:  Fiction

Sparkles, To Brighten Up the Night

Her mood was black.  As black as the night.  She was angry at him but mostly at herself for allowing him to treat her like trash.  He called her nasty names and she was taken aback.  Were the words he threw at her true?  Was she really like that?  All she had done was answer his question truthfully, with kindness.  “Truth hurts,” she thought.

While nursing her wounded soul, she hadn’t noticed the snow falling, sparkling up the night, covering up the dark.

I know who I am.  I am none of those things.  Those words are his, not mine.

#WeekendCoffeeShare – Time I Write More!

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If we were having coffee, I would suggest you remain in your quarters and I in mine as I am suffering from quite the head cold.  I thought I had managed to avoid falling in the flu/cold trap, having stayed away from all who have succumbed, but apparently I didn’t need to be in an afflicted one’s presence to get it.  I cannot even blame my co-worker Jimmy as my sore throat started the day before we worked together on Thursday. Besides, Jimmy’s always coughing.  Oh well.   I will ride it out.

If we were having coffee, I would tell you that I so wish my eldest would get his friggen driver’s license (what is with today’s youth?)  so that I could send him off to the store to get me something to help me breathe instead of having to go out there – here’s where I wish I had a significant other who gave a damn… Again, oh well.  I am resilient, will go out there, bundled up, and get what needs getting.  Please note, I am not complaining.  Much.

If we were having coffee, I would tell you how happy I am that Thursday’s banquet participants did NOT eat all the soup as we co-workers were able to bring home the left-overs.  Score!  What better to eat than soup (yeah, yeah, should be chicken noodle, but whatever) when one is ill?  There were six, I’ve already eaten one!

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As I haven’t written a coffee share in a little while, I shall cheat a tad and move back to last Thursday (February 2nd) and share what I’ve been up to.  On Thursday, I was very sad to have to attend my friend, Richard’s funeral.  He was a lovely man:  father, fiancé, 2-dan black-belt in karate (which is where I met him) and good buddy of Mick’s.  If there is a heaven, then the two of them are already sharing a beer and reminiscing about their time on earth.

On Friday, I participated in a Skype session with Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and Sarah Potter, two lovely ladies I have met in the Blogosphere.  Both published authors, both have become good friends.  One over in Belton, Missouri, the other, way over in East Sussex, England.  How cool is it that we can chat, and see each other when we are so far apart?  I’ve read all of their books and will read anything more they ever write.  They’ve both been a positive influence in my writing and my dream is to one day count myself one of them, as in, a published author.  Guess I better get writing, eh?

Saturday was long-time friend Dany’s birthday so, as they (Dany & Giselle) had to cancel their New Year’s Eve Party due to the lovely flu, they decided to celebrate Dany’s birthday with the same gang invited originally.  What a fun time we had.  Great to have a garage that is warm and clear enough to use!  I don’t usually like to repeat what foods I bring but I made an exception in this case.  Dany had so enjoyed it over a year and a half ago at Martin’s party that I remade it.  Duck carpaccio (I prefer prosciutto) with pear, topped with Meyer lemon curd and cured red onions.  Oh my. A symphony in the mouth – Dany’s words!

Then on Sunday, I was invited for dinner at the Hébert’s, my departed friend, Roxanne’s parents, Renée and Michel.  I was so happy her sister, Linda, and brother and sister-in-law, Michel and Christine joined.  I stupidly did not take a picture of the gang so I’ll just have to invite them over to my place for another get-together!  I hadn’t seen them since Roxie’s death – well, not Michel and Christine, these two I joined for the viewing of Purple Rain after Prince’s death.  I offered to bring dessert which was an “Old-Fashioned Silver Cake” that I served with warmed four-berry compote and a dusting of icing sugar.  ‘Twas a hit and such an easy-peasy cake to make that I shall definitely remake it!

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If we were having coffee, I’d say, I have to thank Janet for encouraging me to write more.  Janet is also a friend found in the blogosphere that I connected with.  She is a chef, writer, artist that I admire a LOT.  During this morning’s FB Messenger session, I was telling her about last Friday’s Skype session and that I was hoping that hanging around real published authors would rub off on me.  She said, maybe stop reading as much and give some time to writing.  Whaaaaat?  Of course.   I knew that.  I guess I have been thinking about it more than doing it.  So here I am.  After all my computer issues in November, my NaNoWriMo got cut short.  Nothing stopping me from going back to writing down my stories, right?

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So that’s it for today’s coffee share.  I am planning on participating more.  This week is hostess Diana’s (Part-Time Monster) last week hosting her baby.  I didn’t realise this has been going on since 2014!  To read more stories, click on the coffee cup above.  Starting next week, we will be found on Emily’s blog Nerd in the Brain (Don’t you just love that title?)

I have been slowly been feeling more and more stuffed up so I think I shall make myself a nice hot toddy with some lemon, honey, ginger and a shot of gin.  If nothing else, I will care less about feeling so miserable!