Friday Fictioneers – Horizon

Twice a year I take this road trip
1,634km of bituminized road between Hedland and Perth.
And again, I find myself stuck at a railway crossing;
with a 2.4km ore train meandering along.
I stare into the horizon, eyes unfocussed; the landscape a blur.
Dubba dup. Dubba dup. Dubba dup.
Drowsiness overtakes me. Eyes droop.
Suddenly, the door alarm!
Ping. Ping. Ping.
Awareness returns. Adrenaline surges.
The stranger reaches in; grabs my throat.
My hands claw his face. He lands a punch.
Black spots, as the horizon fades.
Middle of nowhere. So unexpected.

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.

Simply 6 Minutes – Papping!

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Rosie loved coming to this restaurant for afternoon tea.

She made it her sacred appointment; every Tuesday.

She particularly loved watching the world through the greenery.

It created a softness, and perfectly framed the drama.

The people she’d seen.

Neighbours, celebrities, politicians; the gamut.

And the gossip she’d passed on from her surreptitious papping!

Her friend Nora, two doors down, caught out kissing another woman;

And Nora married to Ben these 15 years!

Her local MP shaking hands with a known drug criminal;

or was it actually passing over of something, not hand shaking, going on?

Some of her favourite TV soap actors visited this hotel; ate at this very restaurant.

Rosie had seen some dubious behaviour and fed some tittle-tat on to the papers.

Oh, the media couldn’t say who their ‘source’ was, but Rosie was delighted when she recognised herself in those stories.

Quite a few celebrities had found themselves in deep water, due to her intervention.

But Rosie was herself no sainted lady.

This exact spot is where she’d watch for her own paramour to arrive.

A lady, an actress, a would-be politician.

See, there was more to Rosie’s spying than just gossip mongering.

Oh, yes.

Rosie was on the lookout for anything that could help her beloved Danielle reach even higher heights.

And whatever Rosie could do; she would do. For love!
(6 minutes. 226 words)

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

  1. Set up a timer or sit near a clock so you can keep track of the six minutes you will be writing.
  2. You can either use one of the prompts (photo or written) or you can free-write.
  3. Get ready and write for 6 minutes, that is it! Can you write a complete story? Can you think of a new Sonnet? Can you write 400 words? 400? 500? There are no restrictions on what kind of writing you do, but you should try to be actively writing for six minutes.
  4. After you are done writing, include your word count and then post back to this page #Simply6Minutes or include your link in the comments section. Pingbacks are enabled.

Friday Fictioneers – Splashback

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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

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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

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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

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

  1. Set up a timer or sit near a clock so you can keep track of the six minutes you will be writing.
  2. You can either use one of the prompts (photo or written) or you can free-write.
  3. Get ready and write for 6 minutes, that is it! Can you write a complete story? Can you think of a new Sonnet? Can you write 400 words? 400? 500? There are no restrictions on what kind of writing you do, but you should try to be actively writing for six minutes.
  4. After you are done writing, include your word count and then post back to this page #Simply6Minutes or include your link in the comments section. Pingbacks are enabled.

Friday Fictioneers – Mrs Jacobs

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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

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.