Friday, February 27, 2015

A Country Escape


PHOTO PROMPT -© Dawn Q. Landau

A country escape was what the real estate agent had promised.  There is a disused train track bordering the estate he said.  The house inspection over she wanted to explore. 

A brisk walk and we were walking along the tracks.  We saw them in the distance, the girl with her backpack and the dog trudging behind her.  We shouted a greeting but they turned into surrounding bushes and went out of sight.

On the way out the agent met us.


“Enjoyed your walk? The locals believe the estate has a ghost child and her dog who wander around”, he chuckled.
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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

What a change from the late entry last week, an entry on time.  And my second of the week as I was not sure if the first one worked. 

The Runaway

PHOTO PROMPT -© Dawn Q. Landau

They found her body in the creek.  When the call came I knew it was about her as Dad hemmed and hawed motioning to Mum to get me out of the room.

Along the edge of the tracks, fringed by a canopy of green, she laid bare the tyranny of her life describing the horrors of the nights gone by.  She was determined to escape and would follow the line to where her real father lived. She trudged off with the faithful Colin trailing behind.

Dad put his badge on but I stopped him.

I know why she ran away.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

On time this week.  Submitted on a Friday too.  Though I am not sure about the quality of the post, which is why there are two entries this week.  The second one a little more upbeat (or so I hope).  It will be nice to get a few more comments than the usual kind hearted folks who drop by here each week (and your comments are much appreciated - thank you).

Sunday, February 22, 2015

Easy Listening

PHOTO PROMPT – © Copyright Marie Gail Stratford

The creature’s black baleful eyes stared at me.  Instinctively I took a step backwards, scared by the sight before me.  

“Call him now”, the words jolted me back to reality.

My colleague sat in the enclosed glass cubical with a goofy grin and the scary contraption on his head.   The crystalline spines on its back vibrated making a loud tinkling noise. 

I knew it was my signal to call when the crystals glowed.

I dialled the number.  The helmet vibrated as I talked and his face contorted like a mime.

His smiling visage signified that the tissue conduction had worked.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

This has been a week of "Why Do Today What You Can Put Off Until Tomorrow" and the submission is along that line too.  Nearly in time for next week.  

Sunday, February 15, 2015

A Return To The Plantation

PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The house hadn't changed in the years I’d been away.  The gracious trees planted along the driveway and the steps that led to the timber-framed veranda with its white painted balustrades and the carefully manicured lawn.

 A house built on a foundation of stifled screams.

I heard the creaking tones of the rocking chair and knew that he was around.  Every evening he would take off his boots and sit waiting to be served.  Each drink a toast to the devil inside.

There he sat, with a hole in his forehead, just as I had shot him two centuries ago.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

Wednesday, February 04, 2015

Conquering the Maze

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Melanie Greenwood

To an outside observer it seemed that he was a lost in a labyrinth with each twist and turn leading to a blocked path.  

Hemmed in by judgemental voices ignorant of his gentle soul, even in times of despair he would still find beauty around him.  In the kindness of strangers, with people who poured their hearts out to him, revealing inner torments, aspirations and hopes.  

In the end the maze would be conquered, the thorns discarded, leaving only flowers exploding in a cornucopia of colours resonating with love.

A year gone by does not lessen the void left behind.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

It is getting to be an year since I wrote In Our Hearts forever.  On a personal level this has been a time of remembrance which is perhaps reflecting on what I write.  Maybe this is too personal to share but the reason I do this is to grow and develop and find the courage to share the thoughts and emotions bottled inside.  


Friday, January 30, 2015

Pulling the Plug

PHOTO PROMPT - Copyright Ted Strutz

Growing up I remember my uncle’s fondness for spicy food and the many women that he dated and discarded.

Meera who prepared Laal Maas spiced with the “Mathania redchilli”.

Rosy’s Pork Vindaloo simmered in coconut, vinegar and lots of red chilli peppers.

Jincy and her Kozi Kari cooked with hot fresh green chilli and dried ground red chilli peppers.

And finally it was Aunt Shanti who fed us fiery Chettinad food and him curd and boiled rice.

I raised an eye at his plate.


He sighed “I had to pull the plug on spicy food on the doctor’s advice”.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

This week I am still in India taking in the vast variety of food that is on offer, promising myself that I will exercise once this trip is over.  There is no single standard and homogenous Indian cuisine and the regional variations in food are many.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indian_cuisine

One of things I should do when I get back is maybe turn the hand written book of recipes that my mother made for us into an e-book.  

Thursday, January 22, 2015

The Journey

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Georgia Koch

Alone in the inky darkness I fear there are no passengers tonight.  It had been a day of gloomy promise and now the boat stands grounded under the light of the stars.

For centuries have I steered it through the foul stench of ash, excrement, blood and the pall of the burning flesh.  The sides caked with vomit as they realise that there is no going back. 

I hear reluctant steps treading towards the craft.  He stands at the edge unwilling to get in but I ask for my fare, a mere coin, mine to row past the dreaded hound.
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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

This week I am at the Jaipur Literature Festival soaking in the atmosphere and pretending to be a writer.  Have already seen some great talks and am looking forward to more.

Monday, January 19, 2015

Food to Die For

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Jan Wayne Fields
He gazed at her apartment on the other side of the courtyard where the pots of brilliant red geraniums added a splash of colour to the drab gray cemented tiles.

He had been cooking since she accepted his invitation to a meal.  Once the menu was decided it was just a matter of sourcing the right ingredients.  Lung and Loin Bourguignonne, Tandoori Liver and thigh baked in clay with marrow with tiny Lady Apples on the side.

Only the best tableware with the finest crystal set on damask tablecloth would do to commemorate another culinary triumph for Dr Hannibal Lecter.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

This week's entry is a bit late (almost in line to be next week's entry).  The food choice for this post was inspired by janice poon's blog