Babel Creek

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson 

We listen to conversations on the train.  Oh OK, we eavesdrop, that is just what most of us do.  We spend our time listening to conversations that flow like water rushing down a mountain.  A crescendo of words gushing along. 

It’s not idle curiosity that drives us.  Oh no, we want to know what is going on in your lives.  That person you are flirting with right now, not your spouse we know as you just got off the phone with them five minute ago.

No we just want you to walk off the train into these pages we write.

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Word Count : 100.

Welcome all to another week of the Friday Fictioneers.  I confess this is being written in a train where I did overhear some interesting conversation.  To read what the other Fictioneers overheard this week click here

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Relationships

PHOTO PROMPT © J.S. Brand

“So what do you think?” he asks, head tilted sideways and eyes seeking answers.

 “Interesting” I reply to this child who is now mine.  This is our time to bond.

“I call it ‘Relationships’.  Relationships can be complicated you know” he adds, “A bit like the human body inside.”

“How so?” I take the bait.

 “Inside we are all a complex mix of blood, bone, muscles and sinew.  Sustained by a beating heart. “

“And?”

 “Relationships are a complex mix of emotions and feelings but in the end we are all sustained by love”.

And there he gets me again.

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Word Count : 100.

Welcome all to another week of the Friday Fictioneers.  I started writing this in an airport lounge shuttling between cities on work.  The story was done in the flight and then completed at home.  I have a feeling that the rest of the stories this year are going to follow this pattern.  While I love the 100 words format, sometimes you have to leave it open to the readers without clearly trying to spell out what you want to say.  Hopefully it worked.  To read what the other Fictioneers are seeing this week click here

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Prawns on a Chessboard

PHOTO PROMPT © Jeff Arnold

“Sometimes,” he said “I feel like a prawn in a game of chess.”

“Pawn,” I replied “you mean ‘pawn’ in the game of chess.”

He looked pained at the interruption.  We were only half an hour into the long story of his domestic problems.

“Sorry,” I said “that was shellfish of me.  Do carry on.”

“It’s this insane competition that my wife and her sister are carrying on social media.  At their age both think they are sex thimbles.”

I opened my mouth and closed it quickly.

“What’s your plan?”

“What can I do but wait?  Patience is a virgin.”

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Word Count : 100.

Looking at the photograph for this week I wondered if I could write a story from the pigment of my imagination.  As our ex Prime Minister Tony Abbot had once said, "No one however smart, however well-educated, however experienced … is the suppository of all wisdom."

So welcome all to another week of the Friday Fictioneers.  To read what the other Fictioneers are seeing this week click here

Initially I was going to recycle this story written in the past for Narrator International but decided to have some fun instead.

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