Wednesday, October 29, 2014

River of Time

Copyright-Melanie Greenwood

Suzanne takes you down
to her place near the river 

My mind takes me to the courtyard of her home where I hear the boats go by.  I was drawn to her like a moth to the flame.  Suzanne, I watched you dance at Le Vieux Moulin with Armand, never daring to encroach.  Entranced by the crazy energy emanating from you.

I remember the imperfection of the crooked floors and our conversations while we had tea and oranges.  

I still find myself drifting on the river of time, seeking to find meaning and love in this confusion we call life.


Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

This has been one of my favourite songs of all time and this week after having listened to it again, I decided to  find out the history of the song.  So there was actually a Suzanne and I didn't know that it was a Leonard Cohen song.  Heard different singers do their version.  In my biased mind I still think Neil Diamond's version is the best.   This week's story itself I am unsure if I have been able to do it justice.

Saturday, October 25, 2014

What Lies Beneath

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright- The Reclining Gentleman

The hollow nasal honking of the swans snapped him out of his reverie.   The greedy birds were swimming to the shore in anticipation of a feed.  The calm surface of the lake hid its secrets well.

 What lies beneath?  Still waters run deep and in his seemingly placid life there were clandestine meetings, masked desires and dark motivations.

The man next to him was talking, “True fact Swans mate for life though sometimes ‘divorce’ does occur after nesting failure.”

A diver broke though the water and flashed a ‘thumbs up’ sign.

“Shall we talk now sir or at the station?”


Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

Friday, October 17, 2014

The Shell

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy

The little shells were littered across her workshop.   A veritable cornucopia of molluscs in an assortment of shapes and colour pleasing to behold.  

There was a time when people were happy to get just a seashell, with their iridescent insides reflecting the colours of the sea.  Put one close to your ear and hear the rushing of the sea-tides. Close your eyes and smell the salty breeze. 

But now they wanted works of art, framed and decorated with natural stones, sea stars and corals.

Surely you know her? She sells sea shells by the sea shore from her web store.


Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

Wednesday, October 08, 2014

Songs from the Big Chair

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

I play the songs in my head these days.  They are the songs from the bigchair where I now sit and narrate my story.

To those who ask why I retained the studio after the members left, I respond that it was the musical memory that I wished to keep alive.

Music presents an emotion that your soul can react to.  It is like experiencing the emotions of other people.  But you recognise and react to it in your own way with a sense of joy or deep melancholia.

I only killed them so that their music would survive.


Written for 
Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

Missing too many prompts recently, couldn't let this one go.  Not after the wonderful story by Rochelle.

Thursday, September 25, 2014

The Colours of Life

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright – Marie Gail Stratford

“I see trees of green, red roses, too”

The warm glow morning had crept up on the lone sleeper in the park.  In a few moments plants would be bathed in dappled summer light.  The warm yellow hues of sunlight spreading hope across the lawn.  The grass itself lush green, growing thickly entwined, and woven together like a Persian carpet of the finest kind.  It’s delicious softness better than any mattress.

Would he ever wake up to see the iridescent blue butterfly flitting through flowers?

The drink that ruled his life would leave him bereft of the colours of life.


Written for 
Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

I missed the last two prompts struck down by a strange inertia that stopped me from contributing. Maybe the colour blue was involved.  But this is the start of a brand new year for me now so I had to put an entry in for the week.  Along with one of my favourite songs. 

Saturday, September 06, 2014

The Liberating Fire

PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The fire blazed, yellow flames crackling as I stood in front of the funeral pyre lost in my thoughts.  Once where there was life was now engulfed by the blaze.  

The ancients had said that when the body is burned the fire frees the soul.  The funeral hymn of the Vedas invokes Agni, the lord of the fire, minister of sacrifice, the giver of wealth. 

Is there life after death?  Do our deeds liberate us from saṃsāra, the cycle of death and rebirth?

The cremation was over and they could never do an autopsy now.  The fire does indeed liberate.


Written for 
Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

I didn't think I was going to write this time having been knocked out by viral fever for the whole week.  But finally the meds do their thing, the fever and the aches subsides and I seem to breathe normally again (after sounding like Darth Vader this whole week).  So maybe that's why its a darker theme this week. 

But here is some lighter music to make it better.

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Grub's Up

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Madison Woods
I see it wriggling with yellow goo seeping out of its side.  My companions look at me with a mix of revulsion and expectancy.  I should have never volunteered. 


The rains have been good and it is fat having gorged on sap from roots of the Witchetty Bush.

The yellow stuff dribbles out onto my finger as I gag at the first attempt.

My mouth goes to work.  The flavour they said is like fried egg with a hint of nuts.  I focus on finishing it.  

I see her watching me with a smile.  Was it worth it? Probably.

Written for 
Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

And before you ask it is all fiction.  There are still a few things I don't eat, while I'll try and keep an open mind on Witchetty Grubs, I have no immediate plans to include them in my diet.  Though Bush Tucker is a different matter altogether. And the music is something else.