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Friday Fictioneers – Grandma’s Garden

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Photo @ Sarah Potter

Grandma’s garden.

So many wonderful hours, working the earth. Every year, new plantings. Sweet-talking Grandad for the muscle work.

When her children brought their children, she was so happy. And to us, her grandkids, this was our magical playground.

Grandma would create Easter treasure hunts, decorate for Halloween, lights for Christmas, and oh boy, summertime.

4th of July was the best, cousins visiting, neighbours dropping by, barbeque, mouths watering, and sunburned faces. It was manic chaos, and awesome.

Grandma’s special place then, and for always.

Why I’ve never been surprised to see her shadow, still gently checking in. Working it. (100 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.

Friday Fictioneers – Let go

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Photo @ Dale Rogerson

Each day before I break my fast, I spend some time before this glass

A window gaily framed by green, by lights both festive and obscene

When I do turn and look behind, a melancholy scene I find

Look forward, Christmas and good cheer

Look backward, desolation, heartbreak, fear

Ode to Joy does not play here, tinsel, glitter, nowhere near

No winter booties, gloves, or miffs. No food … no hope

I gaze upon the scene and pray, let Christmas ‘20 fear allay

Look forward, Christmas, love, goodwill

Look backward, fear and panic, still

 

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 nightmare

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Photo prompt @ Sandra Cook

I’d slept like an innocent.
Awoken fresh and clear minded.
Even after all that had happened.
My feet hit the floor.
I thought, cold.
Felt, fresh.
Smiled.

A visit to the toilet.
Brush of teeth and hair.
The feeling of rebirth, renewal, soared.
My hair shone; skin glowed.
All was good again.
I walked to the balcony.
Opened the French doors.

The smell hit hard and fast.
As I breathed in, deep.
I gagged.
Mind buckled, followed by knees.
And I collapsed to the deck.
The nightmare wasn’t over.
It had followed me.
Into the light. (96 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.

Friday Fictioneers – the Mother in Law

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Photo Prompt @ Dale Rogerson

She knew when I arrived today it would be dark; the light broken.
I always knock; I never buzz.
Is it a lark, or deadly intent? The doorknocker from hell.
An allergic reaction could be the end of me.
I don’t know why she hates me. Perhaps I’ve joked too often when partaking at her table.
My comments could be softened.
Blasted woman. I’ve tolerated much. Too many words, embittered. Too much emotion, littered upon the plate she offers.
Her daughter treasures me. Grandchildren dote on her every word. BUT, mother-in-law today, I see, has finally had enough of me! (100 words)

Friday Fictioneers – Breaking Point

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Photo prompt @ Roger Bultot

“Oh no, Mike. Check it out,” Shauna cried.

“What am I looking for?

“The high chair. That’s Martha’s house.”

“And … “

“She’s let go! Gave it up. Caved.”

“What to?”

“Reality. Acceptance. Joey has gone. No more babies.”

“Or, Pete dumped it. He thinks ‘it’s time’,” replied Mike, shrugging.

“What? No! He can’t make that decision for Martha.”

Shauna’s expression. Sheer disbelief.

“I know for a fact he’s had enough. Thinks they need to move on. He told me he would dump it at the next council collection.”

“It’ll push her over the edge, Mike. It’ll break her!” (99 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.

Friday Fictioneers – Blue

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Photo Prompt by Rochelle

It hasn’t changed. I quietly weep.

If I waited for another five minutes, I swear dad would come through that glass paned door.

In standard heavy work boot clad feet, deep blue denim shirt, with his darkly tanned and leathered skin and bright dazzling smile. He’d push his way out, full of enthusiasm for the day.

With Bluey, his faithful Beagle leading the way.

What a team. Full of love. Inseparable. Friends for life.

And death.

Daddy died in a site accident, timber crushing his strong body.

Bluey dug desperately, for hours.

Then pined away; succumbing to heartbreak. (98 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.

Friday Fictioneers – Taxi!

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Photo by C E Ayre

What a surprise. I love old model cars. 

How delicious that I’ve travelled to sometime where they abound.

The street is not bustling. In fact, it’s is unnaturally peaceful.
But I guess not everybody is driving; not yet.

I sure hope taxis have been invented!
Soon, I’ll be bouncing over these gorgeous cobbled streets in a gassy, farting contraption.

The joyous anticipation flooding my senses is food for the soul, as I race to the corner,  searching for a ride.
Joy trickles away, as I realise … a fabrication. An art installation.

A waking dream. Stuck in lock-down, 2020. (99 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.

Friday Fictioneers – Freaky Friday

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Photo prompt @ J Hardy Carroll

A hint of smoke
A tinge of heat
A fiery ghost
Alerting me

Behind me now
Bugging me
A fiery ghoul
Bizarrely, cold

Cannot compute
Caught just a glimpse
A fiery glow
Closely creeps

Distressingly close
Desperate, disquieting
A fiery grief
Descending, depression

Embraces me
Entices too
A fiery guilt
Erodes sanity

Freedom in flight
Fear coats all
A fiery ghosting
Phantasm evolves

Gasping, gagging, gabbling
GET AWAY FROM ME
A fiery gimmick
Ghostly graffiti

Horror hounds
Hope abandons
A fiery gasp
Hands restrain

I am lost
I am hopeless
A fiery gangster
Inveigles surrender (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.

Friday Fictioneers – Sensory Explosion

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Photo by Ted Strutz

Anne Rice, New Orleans, Louisiana, the Vampire Chronicles; Lestat.

Is this house even in Louisiana; even in the States?

Rarefied living; or haunted house.

Family home; or abandoned derelict.

Pet cemetery in the backyard; or bones of generations past.

What do you think as you pass by?

Eyes to the pavement, feet pushing through leaves; dropped blooms.

Do you look up and wonder, as do I?

Sniff the air; peek through windows; peer over the fence.

Rattle a fence post; kick at the base.

Shake the tree to drop leaves in your face.

Sensory explosion! (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.

Friday Fictioneers – Horizon

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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.