Wednesday, December 27, 2017

Fridays On My Mind

I've gone and put 50 selected Friday Fictioneers stories as a kindle e-book, Fridays On My Mind.   I find the 100 word format enjoyable and challenging and hopefully readers will enjoy this tiny edition of selected stories. 

Thursday, December 21, 2017

The Knitting Sutra

Copyright Björn Rudberg

It was the winter of our discontent.  The stage was set earlier in the heat of the summer when we decided that it would be a great idea to relocate to the hills.  After all what could go wrong in the rejuvenating mountain air? If nothing it would give our flagging relationship the boost it needed.

So I ask you this, have you ever stayed inside a one-bedroom cottage with a snowstorm raging outside and cut off from rest of the town, while repairing a relationship?

 Knitting helps avoiding eye contact.  Knit one purl one, snow melts and I’m done.

Written for Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100.

To find out what the other writers have been knitting this week click here

I've gone and put 50 selected Friday Fictioneers stories as a kindle e-book, Fridays On My Mind.    My main reason for doing this was to provide some motivation to me to write longer stories.  Doing Friday Fictioneers over the years has rekindled that spark in me which I thought I had lost.   It made me write and submit short stories to other websites that got accepted and published.  The 100 word format is making me craft my stories better (or so I like to think) and hopefully this might just be the start of the writing journey that I seek.

Friday, December 15, 2017

Moth to a Flame

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

My late friend was drawn to a life of crime like a moth to a flame.  It started with money missing from bags in school.  Suspicion fell on a small group from the poorer part of town that were intensely interrogated.  My wealthy friend was never a suspect.

He only came forward after students were suspended.  Whether motivated by an altruistic desire or the chance to be famous, we never knew as he dropped out of school.

He stopped meeting us and hung out in a gang.  He was dead before his twenty-first birthday, shot during an armed bank robbery.

Written for Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100.

To read other stories from this week click here

Sometimes you feel a bit dissatisfied with your submission and today seems to be one of these days.
So as a result I am also attempting a translation of Allama Iqbal's poem "Shama-O-Parwana"

Moth And Lamp

Oh lamp why does the moth love you so?
Why does it sacrifice it's restless life for you?

Like quicksilver it adapts your style.
Have you taught it the etiquettes of love?

It circles around your lustre.
Does it burn in the flash of your sight?

Does it find peace in the throes of death?
Do your embers grant it eternal life?

Had your lustre not been in the world’s house of woe
This tree of grieving heart would not have been green.

Moth sinks before you making its prayer,
Tiny heart beating with passion keen.

It has the passion of desire as in the days of yore
You are the small mountain of fire, the moth the prophet

The moth with it's appreciation of the flame
A tiny worm desiring light!

Friday, December 08, 2017

Ice Maiden

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

My uncle lived in what our family knew as the fickle weather zone.  He could never figure out when the season would change during the course of a day.

It would fluctuate from being warm and friendly one moment to cold and frosty the next.

My aunt was a stunning lady and yet her moods changed in a flash.  My uncle once reminisced that as soon as he felt the change he took immediate precautions when the fragrance of a rose give way to a prickly thorny bush.

He never left her. Weathering all storms with love, trust, and medication.


Written for Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100.

Back home after a month and have to put a story in after missing a few again.  To read other stories from this week click here

Also seeing the coolest 75 year old dude on the planet tonight (In a concert not personally).  So why not end with a song by Paul McCartney