Friday Fictioneers – Splashback


Photo prompt @ Jean L Hays

I watch the sun catcher, as memories rush me.
In that garden, kids play tag.
Drinks in hand, Mum chats with friends.
Glasses clink. Laughter explodes. Delight screams.
Nose twitching, I even smell, barbeque and beer.
It’s all fun and games.
Unless it isn’t.
Darkness bleeds through memory. Joy dims as delight turns sinister.
I turn into the house; splashback tiles catch the movement.
Reflect the blue glass, as they did every time he touched me.
While others laugh and play. I am silent. Passive.
I dream of swimming with dolphins.
And resurface, all smiles. Hot dog in hand.

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a story in response to a photo prompt – in 100 words or less. You can find other stories here.

Friday Fictioneers – the Painter

Photo by Rochelles Wisoff-Fields - palettes

Photo prompt @ Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The house was dilapidated. On the market for a quick sale.

Deceased estate.

I wandered through, nudging trash along the ground.

Crinkling my face. A hand over my nose and mouth.

The smell!

Beautiful bones to this place. Ceiling roses and architraves.

Stunning wood features.

I imagined generations of a loving family. Good times and bad.

Nobody left. Everything of value removed.

The empty palette catches my eye.

There’d been a painter in the family.

I wondered whether their work was known.

And if I’d recognise the name.

Something other than debris.

I hoped so! (95 words)

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a story in response to a photo prompt – in 100 words or less. You can find other stories here.

Weekend Writing Prompt – End Lane

Weekend Prompt


Enid Lane.

Sounds innocent enough.

Backyard access to homes in your standard residential neighbourhood.

Bituminised road. Pot-holed. Bedraggled. Innocuous.

Daily, residents access their garages, deliveries are made, walkers take shortcuts.

Nightly, it is avoided. Do not be out at night.

There is hearsay, myth, legend. About a corridor, passageway to a hinterland.

Stories whispered in coffee shops, in pubs. Tales passed within families.

Deal with the devil. Souls signed away.

Riches and pleasures await … for some.

For the rest, the deal’s gone wrong … End Lane.



Simply 6 Minutes Writing Challenge – The Beach

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It was a moment between time. Before the day began. Before the crowds descended. Or, after the alarm had been called – tsunami warning? Call to prayer?

I stood there; caught. My imagination running wild.  Where could everyone have gone?

I’d landed my dinghy on this beach. My friend and I had set out early to explore the islands. We thought to grab a drink, perhaps a meal. But now; was that possible?

Looking around, we could see no person. Hear, no sound. Smell, no food cooking. There was water washing onto sand. Birds screeching above us. Sand underfoot. We were alone. And wondering.

I asked my friend, “what should we do?”

“Run?” He shrugged his shoulders. “Take a look-see?”

“I don’t know. This is too weird!”

We stood, indecision paralysing.

And then; the scream!

(134 words)

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Friday Fictioneers – Mrs Jacobs

Jean L Hays

Photo prompt @ Jean L Hays

Three times today I passed this gate and the waiting package.

The first, during my morning jog. Registering the box, and the times we live in.

Shrugging off that initial concern, I went about my day.

The second was after work. My house, across the street.

It was unusual. Mrs Jacobs at 4376 was usually more onto things.

Taking Buddy for his walk made it three times, and I was concerned.

Approaching the gate, I punched the intercom.

Buzzed twice, three times. No answer.

Buddy tugged impatiently, slobbering, as I pulled my phone and called 911.

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here.

Ode to the Bus Driver

Bus Eireann Expressway

Bus Eireann Expressway

Irish Bus Driver

Whether driving Bus Eireann through cramped city streets

or out in the country, with tractors and sheep

or high in the cockpit of a deluxe touring coach

the Irish Bus Driver is better than  most

Behind the wheel of behemoth beast

a wily character upon his seat

his wits about him every day

exuding humour, come what may

The roads are narrow, winding, steep

obstacles lurk and idiots beep

the Irish Bus Driver breathes slowly, deeply

and protects his passengers, anger not creeping

He has the patience of a saint

keeps temper even, when things ain’t

conditions worsen, eyes are burning

good music plays, DJ grooving

With nerves of steel, he makes no fuss

he charms the women on the bus

reaches a hand to help the weary

has knowledge to share and is rarely dreary

His driving day is very long

from Dublin to Galway, detour by Cong

he says to his clients “meet back here by 3”

the next stop serves the sweetest tea

Of course, there’s always one who’s late

the driver must smile, and never berate

he gets points for highest of driving skills

and also, for zero ‘recorded’ kills

At the end of the day, on roads not for bussing

he gets us home safely, tired but smiling

“Thank you!” we call to our Irish Bus Driver

who continues alone. Back same time tomorrow.

(Not a poet! But hope you enjoyed that tribute.)

Friday Fictioneers – Passed

Friday Fictioneers photo prompt

Photo prompt @ A. Noni Mouse

Chloe watched Tony from her favourite chair at the table.

He looked tired. He was usually so chipper in the morning.

For 25 years, he’d awoken earlier than her. Prepared breakfast.

Chloe could smell eggs and bacon frying, hear fat spitting.

Sliding food from pan to plate, Tony dropped the pan into the sink.

The dishes are a little out of control, Chloe thought.

With a heartfelt sigh, Tony thumped his plate of food on the table.

He reached a hand toward Chloe. She felt his energy pass through her. And smiled.

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

Gidget Glamper – update

Some of my friends will know that as of late 2017 early 2018, our Gidget camper dream was blown apart! The company went into receivership.

Along with a couple of hundred other customers in Australia and the US we paid a deposit (for most 40% and for some, full price) with an expectation of delivery within 6 months (promised in a conversation on Facebook). We paid our deposit on 29 August 2016 and by August 2017 we’d requested refund of deposit, due to unreasonable time taken to provide product and still no completion date. In September 2017, we received an email effectively saying ‘your refund is approved, just waiting on timeline. Then in October, after conversations where they asked me to keep the order with them, we received an email promising return of refund over 4 monthly payments.

Then in early November, when no refund payments had been received, we got to speak with one of the Directors, Glenn, who carried on about how hard done by he was, ‘give us 6 weeks’ (December) and we’ll have all refunds sorted out’.

Nothing by December and eventually by the 18th December we had an email from Glenn apologising for delays, a rehash of all their dramas so far and a promise of all refunds by January 2018.

Next email advice was 11th January advising temporary closure of factory due to inability to pay wages, and on the same day an email from the administrator advising that Gidget was going into voluntary administration.

So as we’d all begun to suspect, Glenn on behalf of Gidget was full of shit. All our suspicions came to be true.

At some point in the above, Glenn began to ask new and existing customer orders if they wanted to pay in full and be moved to the top of the queue, because things were taking too long and at least they’d get their Gidget sooner than everyone else.

Well, that really rang alarm bells with us and anybody who decided to pay in full were even more gullible than us.

I have to say, I followed the Gidget story from the beginning. I found a YouTube video showing the delights of the camper and the ease of use, the compactfulness. The accessories. The beautiful installed kitchen. The finishings. It was retro, compact and amazing. I didn’t want to drag a caravan around Australia on our long weekend treats. We didn’t want to buy a much larger car in order to be able to drag our holiday home behind us.

I understood that the video enabled an extremely intense and rapid interest to be expressed in the product, with unprecedented orders coming in. They had made perhaps 3 campers to that point and needed to set up the factory process to manufacture mass (but still custom and handmade) product.

I believed when they said that the person they brought in to transform their manufacturing process had let them down, at great cost for no resolution.

It seemed feasible that the money they had received was being spent on upgrading their processes.

But they weren’t taking care with the deposits, which (just as in real estate) should have been put away into a safe, untouchable account that was contribution toward an end product. A promise from the client that allowed them to build with confidence in a buying market.

They abused this and ran up debts of millions. With no resources behind them, they were unable to pay back any creditors.

It was very disappointing for us. But you know, not the end of the world. I still believe that they had the best of intentions and a dream at the beginning. It got out of control, they dug a bigger hole for themselves, and began to do things the wrong way in the hope that things would turn around.

If they weren’t that innocent, then I’m sure they’ve ended up not very happy in their life.

Well, I haven’t been on to my blog site for quite a while and thought maybe I’d update this.

Cheers, Trish (August 2019)

Friday Fictioneers – the Quiet

Friday Fictioneers Photo Prompt©Na’ama Yehuda

Photo Prompt©Na’ama Yehuda

Looking around, recalling a scene from The Notebook

When Noah and Allie lie down in the street

She is worried, and he is nonchalant

A vehicle arrives, honks the horn

And they jump up laughing; alive

Makes me smile!

Looking around, knowing that this isn’t right

If it was a quiet, lazy Sunday – okay

people huddled in front of the TV, eating, laughing

If I didn’t know differently

people huddled in front of the TV scared, eating

If I wasn’t escaping, heading anywhere else

people huddled together, dying, dead.

The quiet after the storm!

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here.