Three things challenge #470 – Friendship

Three Things Challenge #470. Today’s three things are:

LURKING, STARTED, THERE

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I saw you lurking there, every day as I passed the tube station entrance.

At first, I was nervous. Were you a danger, I wondered?

I became curious and would glance your way a little more each time.

My curiosity gained strength. I made excuses to pass your way.

I’d Benny out for a walk. He was an excellent judge of character.

He loved you immediately. You loved each other. It made me smile.

We began to nod in recognition. Smiling at the friendship.

One day I stopped and said hello.

You shook my hand and I asked, “Do you need anything?”

“A little food, now and then. Friendship.”

Friendship was easy and food was plentiful.

We started a kerbside family, with hotpot from home, occasionally fish and chips from the chipper down the street.

You brought me out of myself, away from my own small worries. You gave me purpose other than work, bills, weight to lose.

Then one day, you had gone. Nobody knew where. I never found out.

Friendship found, then lost. Loneliness threatened.

But I looked up at the sky underneath we shared so many happy times and knew that I would be okay. I could be as lonely or as involved as I chose.

Benny and I had learned awareness and now looked outside ourselves for happiness. (222 words)

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Simply 6 Minutes – the Rascal

Simply 6 Minutes 5Jan21

I thought it was love.

He thought I was dinner.

I’d been nurturing a friendship with the little beastie for several weeks. Leaving food out, little tidbits of apple, pear and sometimes banana. Chestnuts if they were available, sometimes walnuts or brazils.

Gradually we began to move closer together until the day that I sat in the forest and he took from my hand. We kept this up for two weeks.

I would generally bring my lunch down and my sketchbook.  I’d eat and draw, and he’d sneak closer and grab whatever I’d left down. This would happen several times over a couple of hours.

The day came when he climbed into my lap and then the day that after eating out of my hand, in my lap he stayed for a nap. We were buddies. We were pals.

Then I thought this was going so well, I’d try offering from my own mouth. He wasn’t too sure about that one. He wasn’t confident about being on his hind legs reaching up to my face. He’d try but get shy about it and wander off.

But he kept looking over his shoulder and circling. He was clearly pondering the problem.

At last, he made a decision and climbed into a tree, hanging on to a low branch. He screeched until I came over to see what he wanted. I stood there talking and trying to calm him. He kept at it, until I came closer still. I kind of got what he wanted (I thought) and put the nut between my teeth.

He quietened. Then reached slowly forward, getting closer to the nut, being held in my teeth.

Then he jumped onto my face and began biting and scratching and screeching. He held onto my nose with his tough little teeth.

I was screaming like an animal in a trap, which effectively I was. Running around and screaming and pulling the little ratfink away from my face, but he just held on. Then I grabbed a boulder.

Guess the rest! Yes, squashed little buddy and yours truly with a broken nose and bleeding face.

And I will never again trust a cute and cuddly woods creature. (6 minutes)

  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.

Three Things Challenge #461

The three things today are:

BRING, GAVE and CONTRIBUTION

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Bring home the bacon. There’s a designation of duty well established.

I gave, and I gave, and I gave … designation of another sort. Remarked and reflected upon.

With many a maligned partner asking, “what has your contribution been to this relationship?”

If I’m honest, my generational biases could come into play if I were the reader, and not the writer. At first glance. Before further analysis.

I might assume that …

The husband is the bacon bringer

His unappreciated wife, the giver; and that

Either of them could be the whining and unhappy partner. The supplier of the ingredient, or the one cooking said pork.

Whichever is the provider.

I reflect on how easy it is to disenfranchise and discriminate by pigeonholing people, stumbling into an abyss by misuse of language, by interpretation.

Filtered by perception, generation, gender, colour, circumstance. Country of birth.

Through eyes of the child.

Words should bring clarity. They often bewilder. Obfuscate.

Even with the best of intention.

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Three Things Challenge #456

The three things for today are: CLOCK, SNORE, TREE
*****

I was caught by surprise, snoring on the job.

The radar clocked him flying past at 140km/hr.

I woke up fast, flipped the flashers, turned on the siren.

And pulled out of the highway rest area, throwing up gravel as tires grabbed dirt.

He had a significant lead. Was barely visible ahead.

My patrol car was built for the chase, and I was gaining every second.

Then a bang. An explosion really.

And there was smoke, and debris blasted over the bitumen.

Then the mangled car wrapped around the tree.

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Friday Fictioneer – Gone

Gone Trish Nankivell

Photo prompt @ Trish Nankivell

“They were never seen again,” drawled our loquacious guide, pulling up to the homestead of the abandoned cattle station. The hottest spot for paranormal activity in the southern hemisphere, so said the brochure.

“GONE fishing, GONE troppo, GONE to God. Take yer pick,” he continued. “Never seen again. The locals put it up. The sign. In memoriam, like.”

Twenty-five ghost hunting fanatics stagger from the steaming minibus, dodgy aircon still cranking, every one covered in red dust.

“Inside, cold beers and iced water. In yer go.”

The last to enter the house, I watched him drive away.

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 – Strange, but true

    We are human beings, not human doings. A friend said this to me many years ago. I was bemoaning the fact that I was more of an observer, less of a participant.

    We all have a part to play, it takes all types.

    Some are exalted and fly high above the rest, draped in fine metals and materials, imbibing only the finest ingredients.

    The rest of us struggle along, day by trundling day. Middling awareness, most of us, finding joy where we can.

    Some drag knuckles even lower still, oblivious to what they’re missing, because the struggle is real, and the prize is survival.

    No time to play. Nor luxury to observe. Human beings in a very real sense

    ABOUT Simply 6 Minutes

    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.

    Three Things Challenge #455

    The challenge is to simply read the prompt and see where your creativity takes you. You can use one, two or all three words in your post, there are no restrictions regarding length, style, or genre apart from keeping it family friendly. You can use the 3TC, #threethingschallenge or TTC as a tag and the logo if you wish. The three things for today are:

    CREAK, SOCKET and TISSUE
    *****

    The Prime Minister stood with head bowed. Tears trickling down her cheeks.

    So many weeks without a break, the slightest hint of bad news causing hysterical reactions from the press and people both.

    Her eyes were sunk deep into their sockets. You could hear her neck joints creak as she lifted her head and looked out over the crowd.

    “I am sorry,” she said. “I am so sorry.”

    Obviously no longer able to carry the weight, her shoulders dropped, hair fell over her face and she wiped tears with her jacket sleeve.

    “Give her a tissue,” somebody called from the crowd.

    A tidal wave of arms passed a starkly white handkerchief from person to person, hand to hand, from far in the back of the auditorium on up to the stage.

    An aide reached down and grasped the hanky, turned, and handed it to the lonely, sobbing woman.

    “Madam,” he whispered. “Please, take this.”

    This kind and human gesture almost brought the country’s leader to her knees, as she gracefully accepted the gift.

    She wiped her eyes, her face, her neck and then blew loudly. People laughed.

    “We will do better, I promise,” she said and looked out, strong again. “We will persevere.”

    She turned to leave the stage with a straight back, nodding to well-wishers and shaking hands.

    “There goes a super spreader,” mumbled the camera man.

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    Friday Fictioneers – New Life

    Photo Prompt by Sandra Crook

    Photo prompt @ Sandra Crook

    “Surprise,” cried my wife, leading me into the garden.

    Her smile was huge, and I found myself grinning back.

    Her joy was so infectious.

    I looked around eagerly.

    It wasn’t harvest time, and I wasn’t expecting prize-winning vegetables.

    My smile began to slip as I noticed the covered garden signs.

    The patch was untended and out of control.

    Unexpected.

    “Darling,” said my wife, tugging me along. “Look. Our dream has come true.”

    I looked to where she pointed.

    A new garden sign.

    Two words. Baby Born.

    Rising from the soil, pink baby fingers.

    Aghast, I looked at my smiling wife. (100 words)

    Found this spooky ‘art’ the day after I wrote this piece 🙂

    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.
    Thank you Rochelle!

    Friday Fictioneers – Oblivious (2)

    AND since I forgot about word count, because I was so excited to be in the Top 10 contributors … here it is again, under 100 words 😁

    Friday Fictioneers Steeplechase Robert Bultot

    Photo Prompt @ Roger Bultot

    My grandkids miss so much, faces pressed to devices.

    In my favourite recce spot, I wait for mine.

    Then, look down.

    What’s the time, weather, shipping schedule?

    Can you fish here? Where can I eat? Kids on their way?

    Look down.

    I hear, “Hi Grandad.”

    Look up.

    “Hello son.”

    “Great weather,” he says.

    Look up.

    “Oh! Yes, it is.”

    “Great fishing,” says the grandson.

    ” I was wondering …” I reply.

    “I’d love a burger. Nathans do great food, ” he says.

    Look up.

    “Right. I was wondering ….”

    Cop onto yourself, old man.

    Look up! You’re missing out.

    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.

    Simpy 6 Minutes – Reflection

    Six Minute Challenge 9Dec20

    It is hard for anybody to bring up my past when I don’t stand still long enough for them to know me.

    I can be whoever I want to be for a period of time, and that is who they know.

    The last town I lived in; I was a bitch. Calculating, notoriously stingy, backstabbing, totally about me.

    I arrived there on a stinking hot summer day and I was cranky.

    The first unfortunate I had to deal with was a hotel clerk, who got a mouthful. She took too long, the cost was too high, the room was crap. It went on and on, and for the week that I stayed, that poor gal must have trembled in her sneakers to see me coming.

    The cleaners felt it. I’d leave snarky notes.

    The realtors bore witness to my nastiness as I wore them down with demands.

    The car hire service, phew they’d had enough. They practised good customer service all through my tirades about the fuel economy, the too strong air freshener, the recalcitrant GPS device, in an effort to reduce the end fee.

    And so, as the first people I met thought this was me, word got out and I began to live it. Why not? Who cared? Nobody knew the real me, and it was an experience.

    People in this town have seen the better, trustworthy person that I am.

    I look back on the past couple of years and can’t believe that I let that person be on a whim.

    It could be exhilarating. It was exhausting. It was downright unkind.

    And now there’s a generation of people who will say, “Remember that BIATCH?”

    They think they’re talking about me, but they are not. (6 minutes, 288 words)

    Simply 6 Minutes—Welcome To The Challenge: 12/8/2020

    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.