Friday Fictioneers – The Japanese Garden

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Photo prompt copyright CEAyr

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Simply designed and aesthetically pleasant

Peace and tranquility; balanced with care

ponds of Koi add colour and serenity

and a taste tease for passing pets

Pebble paths, raked fine or paths paved wide and straight

lead the guest – winding or pacing

to interesting spaces with interesting traits

and quirky surprises

Bonsai trees; aged and perfect; delicate and refined

Encouraged with love and meticulous binding

A joy to behold

and treasured through time

Partnered with architecture; imbued with history

Elements of stone, wood, bamboo and flora

Creating an image of spiritual aura;

and a sense of mystery

Springs suddenly youth, impressively so

Cherry blossom – pink, white or red

Struts and blooms; then petals drop

BEHOLD

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This is my submission for Friday Fictioneers 5 October 2016.
Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, who kindly supports Friday Fictioneers through her website. Photo credit to CYAyr.
The idea is to fashion a story that has a beginning, middle, and end and within 100 words.

Beloved – Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneers August 17th

Smooth pebbles litter the beach and stepping through them, I stumble

Laughing, I push windswept hair out of my eyes looking ahead, for my beloved

6ft, fit and carefree, he clambers, crawls and skips over stones and puddles

As I fall, I cry out; when I look up he is by my side, hand outstretched

The devotion and concern in his face renews my confidence in him

And as he lifts me to my feet, we gently kiss and he leads me carefully

Away from the pebbled and precarious ground, to the beach sand and safety

This is my submission for Friday Fictioneers.  Photo credit to © Janet Webb . And thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who kindly supports Friday Fictioneers through her website.
The idea is to fashion a story that has a beginning, middle, and end and within 100 words.

Flash Fiction – Imagination

PHOTO PROMPT © Mary Shipman

I wake in the dark with bruise-like pain around my middle.

In complete darkness, with no sense of what surrounds me, I get to my knees and try to stand.

My eyes strain to see and my ears stretch to hear any sound.

A fluttering and as I recognise movement I notice a soft breeze, salt on my tongue and something else; bats?

Memories of stories – blood sucking, webbed wings and screeching. Are they hiding and waiting; holding their breath? If they cry, my heart will stop.

Bright lights; I scream and scream again at the movement – of sheets from the ceiling.

This is my submission for Friday Fictioneers.  Photo credit to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, who kindly supports Friday Fictioneers through her website. The idea is to fashion a story that has a beginning, middle, and end and within 100 words.

Flash Fiction: Summer Heat

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Summer heat; 40⁰C and bodies melting!

Toiling all day; no lunch and only the water bottles we each carried

Mother was ill and downtown seeing the doc

Younger kids chasing sheep and jumping in bales, trying to keep out of the way

Lots to do in the bush, for kids, and for us adults

Digging holes for new posts; ground like concrete after a long and dry season

Replacing old fencing, a necessary evil; now metal posts and not wood

“Kids, stay away from the wire!” They won’t be told!

Screams as the smallest falls and is caught up in the barbs

Flash Fiction: Muddy Waters

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Muddy waters, what do they hide
Currents flowing, boat traffic, stirring the water
Car carcasses, a child’s bike, household detritus; bodies

Muddy waters, obscuring the truth
Bottom feeders, sludge and slime, parasites
Stories lost, identities stolen, dreams afloat

Muddy waters, muddled, befuddled
Living longer, living lonely, expectations
Age advancing, deterioration accelerating, death at hand

Muddy waters, clearing slowly
Light upon us, eyes wide open, hands reaching
Hands held, sweet kisses, comfort given

Muddy Waters, music sublime
Guitars twanging, blues in rhythm, stories shared
Mississippi rolling, swampy puddles, dreams realised

Muddy no more, long way to go
Hopes and dreams, highs and lows, love and friendship
Sun through the trees and hearts singing

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This is a Friday Fictioneers 100-word (or so) short story based on the above picture provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields