The Eighth Wonder

PHOTO PROMPT © Connie Gayer

Contrary to popular perception there were not seven dwarfs.

How would I know? I was there running a fairly successful neighbourhood store. Remember the house that Hansel and Gretel found? Well the wicked witch used to buy flour, ginger, cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves and baking powder from me.

Even the dwarfs got to eat but it doesn’t make a good story if we talk about the eighth -  Russ - who grew tomatoes and bartered them for goodies at my store.  He looked after the house before Snow White barged in. She just bossed him around and took all the credit.

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Here we go again with another episode of Wednesday Friday Fictioneers this week.  And following in the footsteps of our fearless leader (a purple heart winner I hear) I shall choose to write about the forgotten eight dwarf - Russ.

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Remembrance

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Cleaning out the house I found knick knacks

Like those crystal vases you delighted to buy

Bringing each one out from under the wraps

And waiting to see if I would blink an eye

I held each one up and thought of you

Of words, emotions, love never expressed

Not outwardly while feelings inside me did brew

Bringing memories long dormant and suppressed

Your happiness was like watching a flower bloom

That you had bought them from shops I always knew

Saying nothing as the joy you got filled the room

I feel it now even after bidding you adieu

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And on this week's episode of the Friday Fictioneers it's back to some more poetry.  

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I leave you with a song that I have been listening to a lot these days.

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Old Boots

PHOTO PROMPT submitted by Courtney Wright. 

It’s sentiment that makes us cling to the past.  Those faded pants fraying at the bottom, threadbare clothes that should have been discarded by now.   Knickknacks collected over a long period of a life well lived.

So it was with his boots.  After being repaired countless times they were now falling apart.  So he wrapped them with silver tape to stop the elements from rushing in.

Sure he could have got gold boots to replace them.  But these were a reminder of how it all began.  When a clever cat convinced everyone that his master was the Marquis of Carabas.

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I am back with the Friday Fictioneers this week having taken a little break after a month of writing poetry for the A to Z challenge.  I didn't get much feedback for the challenge but I still had fun.  

I have already tinkered with the story.  Initially I had no mention of the cat but have now put it in the last line so that people can relate it with 'Puss In Boots'.

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Reflections on the A to Z Challenge

A thank you post says the mail
Put one up along with reflections
Must I really, I thinks, and wail
Do I now write some of my perceptions?

As a writer of flash this was a new direction
Stories and narration are my usual thing
I just hoped not to submit an imperfection
But that with the words some joy I'd bring

A challenge I thought to myself
From the letter A to the letter Z
Should I with poems fill my blog's shelf?
Can I do it or is the idea to too crazy?

It's true disappointments there are some
In lonely unread, uncommented posts
I had hoped that new readers would come
And not just a blog inhabited by ghosts

But all that disenchantment is temporary
Because I've had loads and loads of fun
To lovely kind people who visited and wrote
It's you who kept my hope afloat

So I am going to end with a few words
Thank you all and see you next year

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