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. 

Squelch.

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.

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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.

A Project Like Noah

PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright-Roger Bultot

I stood in the university’s car park with a stunned look on my face.

“Please don’t tell me you spent our entire budget on that?”

My brother and I were going on a road trip.  Twelve months of mapping routes and covering the iconic trails of our dreams.  While I was planning he was preparing our ride, an old Johnston truck, for the trip.

The dilapidated truck overrun by vegetation was a reminder of how people had laughed at us. 

“Relax,” he said, “When you start a huge, foolish project like Noah, it makes absolutely no difference what people think.”

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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

 When Rochelle provided a spark from Hafiz, I felt maybe this week was a good time to use Sufi poetry for inspiration.  For better or verse My choice was Rumi.  
And after posting it here, I decided to make some little tweaks so that it's clear who says the final sentence.

Laughter and Sorrow

Copyright Jan Wayne Fields

Grandad often reminisced about his elder brother, a man whose laughter could fill a room and spread contagiously amongst his audience. 

Born to the wealthy landed gentry he flitted through life charming everyone he met.  Ever the prankster they still talk about the day he flew a pair of underpants on the Town Hall’s mast head. 

Yet behind the bluster hid a man troubled by demons within.  Later while his face crinkled in a wry smile the sorrow would flirt at the edges.  Till one day he locked himself in the study and shut the door on his life forever. 

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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

 With the events of this past week I have a feeling that this episode of the Fictioneers might have a similar theme running through it.  The black dog visits some of us and they need all the help and support that we can give them.

 

R.I.P Robin Williams! It's hard to pay an adequate tribute to an artiste who gave us so much. 

 

A Fine State of Affairs

Copyright-Björn Rudberg

Contrary to popular legend it wasn’t a Prince who first discovered a path to Sleeping Beauty’s castle. 

Council records indicate many bailiffs had been sent to the King’s last known address.  Of which three were eaten by Ogres, five turned to toads and two preyed upon by the big bad wolf.

It was Tom who finally served the castle a notice under ‘Sec. 41 -1 0.4 Clearing of weeds, garbage and waste from property.’ 

He was the first to go though the jungle, the vast trees and the entwined bushes and brambles.  The fine remained unpaid for another ninety-nine years.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

Ok so it's back to the silly season for this week.  Maybe the music will make it better.