About trishsplace

Australian wife and mother, born in Dublin, Ireland. Wishful writer (that is, I don't work at it enough!). Light and conversational tone. All thoughts my own.

Simply 6 Minutes – Strike a Pose

Thanks to Christine at #StineWriting for the weekly Simply 6 Minutes challenge. Use the photo prompt to write anything that comes to mind, in six minutes. Submit as is, or quick edits allowed. Enjoy.

Giraffe

You have what it takes, babes. Go for it.

Estelle continues posing and pouting, checking her refection off the glassy surface of the waterhole.

I don’t know, she moans. Jasmine has a better shape. She births all the calves.

Girl, you have the height, the lashes, the ‘to die for’ coat. Perfect natural trout pout. Those wildlife photographers will eat you up!

You really think so? Mmm, okay. Maybe a new lippy though.

Yes, babe. Loud and glorious red. No, a brilliant orange will suit your fur type. Loud and proud, baby.

Oh, Johnny. You’re the best friend a gal could ever have. Will you come with me to the callup?

Yeah, baby. I’m your man and there ain’t nobody can hold a candle to your bodaciousness. Don’t waste those lashes on me, darling. I’m already sold. Strike a pose, and I’ll fill your portfolio.

You got it, darling. [6 minutes, 149 words]

FF – Carousels in the Sky

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Photo by Brenda Cox

Round and round and round … he whispers.

James. Stop that, now. Look at mummy.

Mama, he slurs. Can you see them?

She touches his forehead. Burning.

His eyes roll and hands wave whimsical shapes in the air.

The mother worries. His fever has burned for three days.

There is no money for a doctor.

The boy’s inner world is completely joyful.

Horses from the uptown carousel they cannot afford, have come to him.

A kaleidoscope of colour, costume, prancing and dancing.

He laughs aloud. A crackling, wet laugh.

They love me, Mama.

She laughs through sobs.

Loud and lonely. [100 words]

Thank you Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for continuing to set this 100 word or less challenge. It is certainly a commitment appreciated by many. Other 100 word stories can be read here.

Friday Fictioneers – Home

Thank you Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for continuing to set this 100 word or less challenge. It is certainly a commitment appreciated by many. Other 100 word stories can be read here.

Photo by Roger Bultot

Photo by Roger Bultot

How wonderful. How old are these photos?

Late 1800s, something like that.

Amazing, and precious. I wish I had that kind of past connection. Something as tangible.

Yeah, it is special.

Do you see a family resemblance?

Definitely. I’ve always seen my dad in the older lady. My four times great grandma. She had like 12 kids, who all lived. There are so many cousins. You can’t turn a corner in my hometown without meeting a relation.

You’ve a tribe. Awesome. We’ve never had that. Immigrants.

Sounds lonely. Sad.

It can be. We’re a community of six. [97 words]

I have to admit that I wrote this based on the other photos Rochelle had in her post. By mistake, so perhaps the story doesn’t make sense in relation to the actual prompt. Hope you enjoyed it anyway. 

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Photo by Rochelle

Simply Six Minutes – Divine

Thanks to Christine at #StineWriting for the weekly Simply 6 Minutes challenge. Use the photo prompt to write anything that comes to mind, in six minutes. Submit as is, or quick edits allowed. Enjoy.

Lake Scene

Simply6Minutes Photo Prompt

I lay supine

And dream

Drowse

Listen

Learn

I feel, the tingle of growth, the scratch of life, upon my face.

I hear, the chatter of birds and the susurration of trees.

With open eyes I always see, the faces of friends supporting me.

Gorilla, orang-o, rock faces.

Cloud spirits and water nymphs fill nearby spaces.

To you it seems I am alone. Adrift, aloft on waters, prone.

I am alive. I am alert.

This life to me has depth, has girth.

Eons pass, my friends are quiet. My own visage thins off, erodes.

But I have learned and loved; been enveloped by all above.

Peace and quiet embolden the life that bustles and babbles and keeps me alive.

I lay supine.

In peace.

In love. [6 minutes, 126 words]

Life on the Edge

This piece was inspired by two items. Last week’s Simply 6 Minutes photo prompt (photo below) and the criteria for AWC October Furious Fiction – which were ‘500 words, set in a court of some kind, with a character who measures something, and include the words balloon, rock and umbrella.’ I didn’t submit to either – but kept thinking about life on the edge, of a pin. A little more than 500 words. 

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Court, on the head of a nail, said the colourful old man.

Seems a stretch. Somebody’s having a lend!

I gazed around what appeared to be the set of a French arthouse movie. Sumptuous furnishings, gold everywhere, fussy hairpieces and much braying laughter. Overdressed people. Bosoms bled over the top of gowns.

I couldn’t imagine one of my mates setting this up. Hooded and dumped into the trunk of a car and dragged into a strip club, was more their style. This was a step up.

“Are you okay, sir,” asked the man.

“You’re the court jester? That’s why you’re dressed so … flamboyantly,” I said. “Those balloon pants, that loud … harlequin style.”

“The knock to the head addled your brains worse than I thought,” he said. “I am the surgeon, sir. You took a bad fall. And … landed here.”

“And here is?”

“The court of King Joseph of the land of technicoloured haberdashery.”

“The land of … on the head of a nail,” I stifled a laugh. He was quite earnest. Who’d hit their head?

“Or pin. Some others describe it so. We are relaxed about the exact determination and description of our home. We are one of the peoples that inhabit the heads of tacks, pins, and nails.

Oh sir, it is quite the precarious way of life. At the mercy of man and his humours. Pin quakes are common here, as we are often nudged or moved indiscriminately. And of course, we get a lot of drop off. It comes with the territory.”

“That old furphy, falling off the edge of the world. This rock is round, a globe. Scientifically proven.”

We are not the world, sir. Only of the world. A microcosm, the edge of which is unprotected and therefore perilous to the unwary.”

I am a grown man. We are atop a nail,” I said, smirking. “How does that work?”

“A magic I cannot explain. If a man stumbles in exactly the right manner, instead of being impaled he lands atop,” the doctor said. “It is not a reciprocal magic. We are not protected the other way. We believe that our lost have splattered on impact, been trampled underfoot or eaten.”

“What science do you have? Machines, perhaps the power of flight?”

“We understand the sense of these things, but not the devices.” Then smiling, added “we can fly!”

“No bull,” I said.

“We have established contact and sometimes trade with other pin communities. We’ve captured flying insects over which we assert some control. Dandelions are useful too. Beautiful, but fragile and whimsical. Used mainly by the more adventurous type and prone to disaster.”

“Have you tried flight by umbrella?” I offered “Using updrafts and thermals?” The doctor shook his head. “They could be kept at the ready at the edge of your … nail. A last second grab and someone could land safely on the earth.”

“An intriguing idea,” he said. “We have tried lowering brave citizens to the ground via bucket. It is, however, fraught with danger. We run out of rope before achieving success. The distance seems immeasurable and the winds daunting.”

“And telescopes? If you could look more closely at mankind …” I said.

“I gather you mean a device that allows us to distinguish detail, like the zoom glass used for tiny stitches,” he said.

“I guess so.”

“The outside world is so large and so immediate that all is a blur. To stand at the edge of a nail or pin and gaze outward is to witness a kaleidoscope of murky colour, with no clear lines. It causes severe nausea in most,” he said. “I believe that disorientation contributes to the numbers lost.”

“So, what now?” I asked. “Can I return home?”

“Definitely, sir. When you are ready, we shall farewell His Majesty and then shove you off the nearest edge,” he said. He looked quite cheerful at this, with his thumbs hooked into his belt, bouncing on his toes.

“Hang on!”

“Oh, don’t you mind. It will be nothing to you. Once you step off, you’ll immediately regain your usual earthly parameters.”

“I’m ready,” I cried.

After shaking the hand of the indolent king, the doctor led me through the courtyard to a sign that read No further, on pain of death. Ominous.

“Farewell, young man. Just one step and you will be home.”

“Thank you, sir,” I said as we shook hands.

With confidence I placed one foot over the edge. And as my second foot began to lift, panic hit. Stepping blindly, I landed on solid ground.

“Phew,” I exhaled.

One more step and I stumbled over a piece of wood. Arms wind milling for balance, I settled heavily onto a large nail.

“Bollocks,” I whispered. [791 words]

Animal mosaic

Friday Fictioneers – Saviours

Thank you Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for continuing to set this 100 word or less challenge. It is certainly a commitment appreciated by many. Other 100 word stories can be read here.

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Photo prompt by Liz Young

And we waited.

Emotions a recipe of fear, excitement and desperation.

We were about to lead the people of earth to a better place.

The first colonist, non-specialist, earthlings to be shot into space.

Sent to the moon to practice living off-world.

Others had gone ahead, to build, to test, to prepare.

Many of them remained, prepared to be our mentors.

With no living family, no loved ones to miss or to worry about us, we were the chosen ones.

On behalf of mankind, we would make this work.

Succeed, on behalf of the species. [95 words]

Simply 6 Minutes – I’ve never seen the like!

Thanks to Christine at #StineWriting for the weekly Simply 6 Minutes challenge. Use the photo prompt to write anything to comes to mind, in six minutes. Submit as is, or quick edits allowed. Enjoy.

#simply6minutes

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“Can you tell us what happened here today?”

Well, I was late to the party. Herds came from everywhere.

Apparently the humans had been here in droves early in the day.

They’d camped for hours, set some campfires, laughed and sang.

They’d cooked up some food – we could smell it for miles.

It’s why we all stampeded out here in the first place.

There were holes in the ice – how men catch their dinner. Fish, you know.

There were these huge barrel things, leaking brown water.

When the men left, the herds converged – looking for leftovers.

And man, they feasted. There were guts everywhere, and fresh fish kept jumping out of the holes.

But the strange thing is what happened to them that drank that liquid.

They came over all weird like and began mooing and swaying.

Some fell over, and then others fell over them, and then they were all braying.

And some fell into the holes – well their legs did, and they broke.

It was mad crazy and like, I’m glad I got here last in the end because I’ve got a family at home.

If I’d broken something, I’d never be able to hunt. And I’d never escape the hunters.

My wife would kill me too.

I’ve never seen anything like it.

I had mentors in that herd, and they had lost all self-control.

Terrible.

“Well, thanks buddy. That’s eye-opening news right there.

“Who’d want to be a human anyway, hey?” [244 words, 6 minutes]

https://christinebialczak.com/2020/07/14/simply-6-minutes-writing-challenge

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Friday Fictioneers – Attention

 

#fridayfictioneers #flashfiction

Photo by Krista Strutz

It takes all my attention

to stay on the board

and avoid water traffic.

It also takes my board

Legs

Life.

That shadow stretching over me

Providing welcome shade

Is not a friendly cloud.

It turns out to be

A motherfucker freighter

Making mincemeat out of me. [47 words]

Thank you Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for continuing to set this 100 word or less challenge. It is a commitment appreciated by many. Other 100 word stories can be read here.

MLMM Wordle #257 – Vision of Hell

Yves is our host for the Monday MLMM Wordle. You can read other entries or join in here

Words for today are: basking, crumbs, tongue, maybe, lifetime, last, luminous, original, mix, pretend, cicatrix, proprioception (definitions at end)

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I am soft, no longer resilient

Basking. My country safe. Protected by law; manners.

A luminous lifetime playing pretend

I presumed to be unmarked by cicatrix.

Proprioception in play, surefooted in the world

Into the mix came pandemic.

My sense of the original, became the maybe

Freedoms cut; tongue licking for crumbs.

At last, I dreamed to once again travel

One more year; I look to the horizon.

I’ve been kept safe. My country strong

Courage departed, I’m now the fainthearted.

Visions of hell coalesce

 Dream of travel, less and less

Psyche doomed, coward looms.

No joie de vie is left to me.

***

(Inspired by this photo, category 1st classified ‘nature’ in the Drone Photo Awards 2021)

Extra Galactic, by Martin Sanchez

Extra Galactic by Martin Sanchez

To assist, some definitions: 

Cicatrix – scar of a healed wound (such as a scar on the bark of a tree, mark on a stem after a leaf or other part has become detached)

Proprioception – perception or awareness of the position and movement of the body

Sunday Whirl Wordle #518 – Arise

Use some or all of the following words in a piece of writing. Forms of words are fine. The challenge is to use as many of the words as possible. 

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Snow carpets the land where roost, pink footed geese.

Kneeling, touching, shoulder to shoulder, living the cycle.

Down the line, arriving late, tears flow and wheels turn.

Winter to spring, candlelight to sunrise, flowers bloom.

Too many are lost on this annual trek.

Breathe, lift, rise. Move forward with joy, survive for the rest.

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(Inspired by a photo from the Drone Photo Awards 2021, photo of the year, Pink footed geese meeting the winter, by Terje Kolaas)

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