Friday, July 09, 2021

Stumped

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook


“My dear fellow,” said Sherlock Holmes as we sat on either side of the fire in his lodgings at Baker Street, “I am stumped”.

“And yet I am not convinced,” I answered. “The great Sherlock Holmes stumped?”

“Well perhaps flummoxed then” he replied taking down the old and oily clay pipe, and, having lit it, he puffed away.

“But Holmes, why?”  I questioned.

Sherlock Holmes chuckled.

“I am convinced this is the work of the Purple Wraith.  She who posts pictures online every week, seeking precisely one hundred words. I fear this week, I too have been lost for words.”

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

It's Sandra's photo this week, she who spins out impossibly good fiction each week that just leaves us wanting more. 

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Wednesday, June 30, 2021

Fairy Tales

Copyright Russell Gayer


If truth be told then the carriage that Cinderella went to the ball in was not a pumpkin.  It was a lemon.

I knew that lemon.  It was in Honest Al’s yard and I bought it for the Fairy Godmother when she was looking for a van.  When you have magic backing you up any lemon will do.  I worked for that witch and the things I could tell you would churn your insides.

The National Enquirer wanted to do a story on that scam but the editor was scared of being turned into a frog and covered it up.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

It's Russell's photo this week, so I hope my take meets his approval.

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Friday, June 25, 2021

Eye of Hurricane

PHOTO PROMPT © Brenda Cox


We called her Hurricane Lucy.  When she blew into my brother’s life she drove away all competitors for his affection.  The timid ones really didn’t stand a chance in her path and the stubborn ones were ultimately cast aside.

What about the man in the eye of the hurricane? The clueless one had no idea as the storm raged around him.  When it all ended we crawled out of the shelter hoping for peace while picking up the debris.

As years went by we just built our own shelters and only emerged when the storm would recede.
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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

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I am back after missing the last couple of episodes of Friday Fictioneers.  I am at the moment struggling with motivation and lack of belief in my writing skills.  But I guess there is no better way to counter that but by writing more.

In other news I've been doing push-ups this week to raise money for mental health - this is me 

One in five Australians will experience mental ill health this year and only 46% of people seek help. It's a complex challenge - for ourselves, our loved ones and, most of all, for the nine Australians who die by suicide everyday.

The Push For Better Foundation aims to engage and educate people in mental and physical health, and raise awareness of the mental health issues affecting everyday Australians.

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Thursday, May 27, 2021

A Day in The Life

PHOTO PROMPT © Miles Rost


Oh to be a fly on the wall.

How many times did he desire to be an insect of the order Diptera just so he could trap his cheating partner?  Too many to count but in the end a private investigator got him the desired results.

And last night he celebrated.  There was lots of drinking involved and raiding the attic to get that heirloom lamp.   Grandma always said it was magical but no one paid attention to her.

Grandma also warned him to choose his words carefully.

'I wish to be the fifth Beatle'.

Bloody musical neophyte Genie!



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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 99

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Friday, May 21, 2021

Exile


PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda


Why would you ever go back they ask?  

He knows the other exiles have been whispering behind his back.  

Are you not happy to bask in the glow of freedom?  

After all he should be grateful not being a part of the tired, the poor, the huddled masses yearning to breathe free.

Yet he notices the suspicious looks that people give when he wears the ethnic dress that he refuses to discard.

A scholar in his land but here he struggles with hopelessness, loss and lack of purpose.

Maybe this was not the freedom that he expected it to be.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 99

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While writing this I was suddenly reminded of a poem by Faiz

Dawn of Freedom (August 1947) 
This stain-covered daybreak, this night-bitten dawn,
This is not that dawn of which there was expectation;
This is not that dawn with longing for which
The friends set out, (convinced) that somewhere there we met with,

https://urduwallahs.wordpress.com/2014/08/15/the-dawn-of-freedom/

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Thursday, May 13, 2021

Travel Bug

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot


They say travel broadens the mind and widens your horizons. 

The brochure was enticing, come on a trip to the exotic orient.  Stay at a hotel with a five-star rating, free WiFi and all the comforts.  Located next to a famous market that stands on the silk route taken by Marco Polo.

But the sense of being ripped off went away pretty quickly after finding the bargain basement prices in the market.  Some of this stuff would resell back home for four times the price.

Maybe travel does widen the horizons after all, I am returning next month for more.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

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Treasure Hunter

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot


The market is as crowded as he had said it would be.  The question remains whether I am going to find what I am looking for.

“I lied about your adoption,” he says.

Now he wants to have this conversation?  When the doctors say he could go anytime.

“You were never abandoned by your parents”, he says, “but your mother had no choice”.

“You knew my mother? And said nothing?”

“In those days a child born from an affair between a married woman and a foreigner would have no future there.”

I stand before her stall and our eyes meet.
 
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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

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Thursday, April 29, 2021

Shadow Lands

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

They say sometimes in early winter mornings when the mist rises over the lake you can see the shadowy outlines of the departed.  Souls of people who found their way into the lake either by purpose or by accident.

To make contact with these ethereal shadows you must stand close to the water’s edge and let the mist waft over you.

 Only some can hear the voices of the dead reverberate in their ears.

I stood at the edge of the lake for all of last week with my arms opened in embrace.

Join me you whispered.

And I did.




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Saturday, April 24, 2021

Alien Invasion

PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart


f I had to go back in time and think about the moment in life that changed our lives forever it would be the day when the aliens made their appearance.

Before that we lived in harmony.  The world we inhabited was not perfect with the occasional wars and times of conflict but those were but small niggles in our history.

Your declaration of love for another was a relief in the end.

It explained the bursts of anger, disappearance over periods of time and rewriting of our history.

I prefer think that the aliens took over your body instead.

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Thursday, April 15, 2021

River of Memories

PHOTO PROMPT © Anne Higa  


Every time we visit our Great Grandfather he regales us with tales from life in a bygone era.  With all the memory keepers gone one can’t even cross check those stories.

Once a fortnight we take him out on trips to the Mall.  Last week my brother wanted to show him the new river that management had started.

Gramps took one look and chuckled.

“That’s a river? When we lived above ground, civilizations flourished along the banks of mighty rivers.”

Gramps is such a hoot but I had to remind the caretakers to adjust his meds again when we left.

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Sunday, April 11, 2021

Serpent's Den

PHOTO PROMPT © Brenda Cox


It was late at night but the market was bustling. 

The young backpackers fascinated by the crowds and the restaurants packed with people, revelled in the scenes unfolding before their eyes. 

‘Far out man, this is so cool’
Their young handsome companion smiled and not for the first time the three young travellers felt lucky having him around. 

 Slim, lithe and muscular with wide cheekbones one felt like being in the presence of a movie star. 

The women found his French accent so adorable. 

 “The night is still young’, said Alain Gautier, “Let’s party” 

 He had plans for them all.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

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I am watching the Netflix series The Serpent a fascinating recreation of the cold blooded serial killer Charles Sobhraj aka Alain Gautier aka the serpent and thus this flash.

In other news my sister's beautifully written historical fiction that brings alive an opulent and turbulent time in India's past through the eyes of a Portuguese priest is available for download. in Amazon - Of Ships and Shahs

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Wednesday, March 31, 2021

Knead To Know

PHOTO PROMPT © Jennifer Pendergast  


The Inspector sat across the table from the old couple conducting an investigation.

 It has come to our attention that a young individual referring to himself as a gingerbread man was observed being chased by the two of you. Furthermore no trace of the said individual has been found.

It wasn’t us officer we couldn’t catch him. 

All we wanted was to nib.... hug him.

We have had reports of weird doughs sighted here. 

Officer we would have reported any baking and entering.
 
Inspector, said the sergeant, we found a bunch of deleted cookies.

Are we going behind jars officer?

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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

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I thought I'd put up a video by Oreo Speedwagon but maybe I'll stick with Beatles and 'All you knead is love' ;-)




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Sunday, March 21, 2021

Secrets

PHOTO PROMPT © Liz Young


The tree in the temple compound is mutating.  The villagers have noticed the changes and each day I see them gathered around whispering in huddled groups.

The stout, branch-supporting pillars take years to grow.  Now each night a new snakelike, aerial root grows downward clawing its way to the ground.

The elders claim that it is the result of our sins.  The unnatural growth fuelled by lust and avarice.  They come to me for absolution with their panicked eyes seeking redemption.

I grant it easily but I know the truth.  Each lie I utter brings forth a new twisted strand.

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I am little late this week, I was on on a personal discovery this week that I blogged here

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