Thursday, April 23, 2015

Seeking Stars

PHOTO PROMPT – © Douglas M. MacIlroy
After the snowstorm I stepped out under the pink hued sky.  The land was shrouded under a blanket of white, a place where only dedicated star gazers live. 

“Daddy is Grandma a star in the sky now?”

At night we huddle around telescopes staring at the night sky.

“Daddy do you think I too will be a star one day?”

I ran away from the city when the silence drove a wedge between her mother and me. Homing in on celestial lights I discover stars, nebulas, a cluster and even cold distant galaxies at the far reaches of the universe.

Written for the Friday Fictioneers  Word Count : 100

In memory of my parents whose 53rd anniversary would have been tomorrow.

The Friday Fictioneers stars themselves have been adding to the galaxy of stories.

I've been writing this while listening to some wonderful music which I must share with you.

Sunday, April 19, 2015

Bringing Home the Bacon

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

When my brother won the famed TV cooking show it was our mother’s proudest moment.  His winning dish; a salad of dandelion, jamón Ibérico de Bellota, poached quail's egg with walnut vinaigrette was hailed a masterpiece.  It was mandatory for visitors to watch a recording of the final. 

Mother revelled in his celebrity status so I called him to say that it seemed he was finally forgiven.

“You think so?” he queried.

“I know so,” I replied casting my mind to the time when the house went up in flames.  Bacon and eggs were off the menu for a while.

Written for the Friday Fictioneers  Word Count : 100

With so many interpretations of the photos, the Friday Fictioneers are a treat by themselves.

Thursday, April 09, 2015

The Train Spotter

PHOTO PROMPT – © Jennifer Pendergast

I was sixteen when my father’s cousin found a job for me in the city.  The prospect of earning money alleviated my parents’ misgivings.  The train travelled through a lawless area where armed bandits frequently robbed passengers at gun point.

I boarded the train with money strapped to my chest.  Ferocious looking men boarded my carriage and sat beside me.  Scared witless I kept awake the next eighteen hours maintaining eye contact.

As the trained reached my destination, the meanest looking man smiled and said, “Thank God we reached safely.  We were worried that you were a spotter for bandits”.

Written for the Friday Fictioneers  Word Count : 100

Thursday, April 02, 2015

The Rest House

Copyright Lauren Moscato

It was bitterly cold when Paul Getty, Jr. saw a door and windows appear on the brick wall in the abandoned building at the end of the lane.

A vagabond of no fixed address he had changed his name by deed poll earlier in the year.  Rubbing his eyes he cursed the cheap Vodka that he had found in the street.

He clambered on to the back of the parked Ute and swung himself up.  The door opened to a cosy apartment and the warmth lulled him to sleep.

They found him next day frozen to death on the pavement.

Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

Last week I wrote my entry after the link had closed, this week I am on time and hopefully this time there will be visitors.

Monday, March 30, 2015

Unheard Melodies

PHOTO PROMPT ©David Stewart
The crowd had gathered around the bandstand.  He shuffled to his usual spot, nodding his head in acknowledgement to the other regulars and was greeted with smiles of recognition. He had been away a few years but there was no mistaking him, back again a little worse for wear.

The conductor moved his hands and opening notes hit him, “da-da-da-DUM;da-da-da-DUM”.  He closed his eyes as wave after wave of music washed over him and he felt the music reverberate through his body.

The land mine explosion had left him partially deaf yet the vibrations stirred his soul as before.

Too late to get my contribution for Friday Fictioneers but as the story was in my mind when I saw the prompt I got around writing it today.

Can deaf people enjoy music? Read more here.

In 1924, Helen Keller wrote this to the New York Philharmonic, describing her experience of "hearing" their radio broadcast of Beethoven's Symphony No. 9.

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

A Royal Repast

Copyright Rachel Bjerke

Dear princess how I secretly follow you around in the castle’s grounds.  When you sit at the edge of the cool well under the old linden tree and play with your golden ball, I wish I could be with you.

Yesterday I heard your lamentations when the golden orb sank in the well.  I can’t swim but then he came.  That dastardly amphibian!

I heard the clever rascal forcing you promise companionship in return for retrieving the ball.

Fortunately you ran away and I caught him as he followed you.

The cook does indeed work miracles with his garlic sauce.

Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

And for those interested here is the classic recipe for Cuisses de Grenouille à la Provençale (Sautéed Frogs’ Legs) for those of you playing at home.  This is one frog prince who didn't make it past the pot.

Thursday, March 12, 2015


PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

The changing colours indicate that our destination draws near.  Our eyes now pick out greenish tinges in the landscape.  Further away the brown branches clawing in the air bring an end to this accursed madness of a silver landscape that surrounds us, from the silver grassy knolls to the silver flowers that grow wild.  

In the beginning they told us that silver symbolised purity and would purge our land of its sins.  The diversity of colour had left us corrupted and deviating from the true path.

So they took upon the task of restoring our purity.  And we let them.

Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

A look at a dystopian world of the future this time with narrative implying a forced purity in a genetically modified world.  But is it really a dystopian world? Many ideas of  ideological identification, purity and conformity have been floating around during various stages of history all over the world.   Grading of humans has taken place in recorded history, the dystopian world seeks to highlight this point further.  Science fiction literature is full of stories that use genetic engineering as a theme or plot device.