Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Busted

PHOTO PROMPT© Jan Wayne Fields

R..u..m..p..e..l..s..tiltskin.

So that’s what the little sucker is called! I have been on the fairy wide web the past week looking for the varmint. 

OK I admit that I wouldn’t be in this predicament if my dad hadn’t tweeted to the king about his daughter’s ability to spin straw into gold. 

The little guy saved my shit.  But wanting my first born? That is seriously sick I tell you.  And then this whole thing about guessing his name, I don’t know, Sage Moonblood?

But I’ve found his Instagram account with photos #CampingOut, #RoyalChildIsMine, #GuessMyName

I know who you are.


#Busted.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100.

So I am back after a week's absence after struggling with motivation.  The only way to get around the writing blues is to write something serious like the true story above.   

I've also thrown my hat in the IB Awards run by Indiblogger.  The way this works is to get people to vote for you by either liking, tweeting or commenting on your entry page.  Unlike the Queen I am unable to pledge my first born (and the second born) but I will be very thankful for your votes and support.

For those who prefer the original can find it here.

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Sunday, August 13, 2017

Stand Like A Rock

PHOTO PROMPT© CEAyr
I didn’t know it then but he was my rock.  I knew he had medal from the war that he never talked about.  He still painted in those days and our house was full of books on techniques, easels and brushes. 

Sometimes at night he would pick up a flute and we would be treated to music divine.  Much of my childhood was spent in visits to doctors and it was him who ferried me around, desperately seeking a cure.


So what is lesson of fatherhood then?  It is the strength to stand firm and unwavering.  Stand like a rock!

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Written for Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100.

Some musing this week.  A bit personal maybe but it was my father's birthday on the 12th of this month.  He would have been 89 this year. He was a great father and an extraordinarily talented man.

As a young cadet in the IMA
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His painting
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Thursday, August 03, 2017

Wilted Lies

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

The flowers were delivered early in the morning.  He still remembered my favourites I could see.  The beautiful orange sepals of the bird of paradise stood out drawing attention to their beauty.  The dazzling purple irises bringing back memories of happier times and there was a peace lily thrown in too. 

Then my eyes fell on the neatly stacked boxes lined up against the wall and interrupted the trip down the sentimental memory lane.


My lips flickered in a wry smile.  I wonder if he knew that the Strelitzia is considered to be a symbol of faithfulness, love, and thoughtfulness.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100.

Initially I was lacking inspiration this week.  Floral intents and purposes it really felt nipped in the bud.  Sometimes a photo can put you in that orchid position.  But I've got one in now, not taking a leaf of absence

A picture with flowers deserves a song about flowers, with two of my favourite artists.

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Friday, July 28, 2017

Paradise Lost

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

“I am struggling here”, the brittle-tongued voice sounded on the verge of tears.    
               
“Oho!” I replied, hoping my answer conveyed some empathy while I struggled to identify the caller. 

Meanwhile on the other end of the line and emotional battle was raging.

I heard disjointed words between the sobs.

“Holiday bawaah...”

The story coming through indicated a holiday booked online that promised Paradise along with all the accompaniments that Paradise entailed. And now there was trouble in Shangri–la.  The island lacked modern communications.  There was no mobile internet.

“I can’t even Instagram my food waaah...”.

I cut the line.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100.

Back again at another day in Friday Fictioneer's Paradise.  The photo for this week is that old communication device, the payphone.  The news in Australia is that the payphone could be dead by the end of the year.   I mean all you can do on that is make a phone call.  Soon it will exist only in a museum.

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Thursday, July 13, 2017

Resurrection

PHOTO PROMPT © Janet Webb



Each day I light a candle in your name.

I dip my hand into the jar when the sunlight demurely steps out of the window and darkness lays a claim to the room. The tiny silvery sphere sparkles in my hand. I close my hand and expel the hot air from my mouth.

The incantation slips out of my mouth and ancient words long forgotten fill the room. The folio flutters and your presence fills the room. We celebrate our love again.

I have filled the jar a countless time. Claiming souls to charge the spheres terrifies me no more.

Written for Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100.

I think I spent more time this week on deciding the title of my story. I thought about Eurydice the wife of Orpheus.   But then it wasn't a true resurrection story as she vanished back into the underworld.  I thought about using Ishtar and Persephone but in the end this was not about them.  So a revenant then, a person that returns as a spirit after death.  In this case maybe recalled by supernatural magic.  Maybe just stick with resurrection.

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Thursday, July 06, 2017

Clipped

PHOTO PROMPT © Claire Sheldon

It was a sure fire scheme, an opportunity in a mineral rich country awash with investments and the discovery welcomed by the mining giants.

This was an unprecedented offer in the mid 1990s when the economy was still limping after the global recession that came swiftly after the Black Monday of October 1987


For twenty years he had tracked the progress of the bonds.  Recent rumours were worrying but his broker reassured him.  Then he received a packet by mail.  The mine had gone bust but surely the investors would value the paper clips made from the mined iron ore.

Written for Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100

Here we are back again for another round.

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