Le Retourné ~ Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneers prompt for 31 October 2014.

What is Friday Fictioneers? Rochelle presents a challenge to write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end, based upon a picture that she provides on her blog.

Here is today’s picture prompt (below):

©Melanie Greenwood

©Melanie Greenwood

Le Retourné

Word Count: 101

We’d been meeting here for almost six weeks. Five since I arrived in Montreal. I didn’t know a soul, she wouldn’t ordinarily speak with a stranger but we’d struck up a friendship. I’d spent two nights sketching her portrait and hoped she’d like it.

I was sorry to see the modern renovations, sorrier that she never came after that. I inquired for her of the Manager, who paled a little to see my sketch.

“Mam’selle”, said the Manager, “That is Lucette, she waited tables here in the 1960’s. They just recovered her bones from the banks at Rapides du Cheval Blanc.”

Genre: Fiction

©kei
29 October 2014

My Brother’s Keeper ~ Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneers prompt for 17 October 2014.

What is Friday Fictioneers? Rochelle presents a challenge to write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end, based upon a picture that she provides on her blog.

Here is today’s picture prompt (below):

FF Photo Prompt ©Douglas M. MacIlroy

FF Photo Prompt ©Douglas M. MacIlroy

My Brother’s Keeper

Word Count: 99

Genre: Fiction

I knew he’d been planning to leave. That he did it so suddenly, without warning is what threw me off. It’s a year later and nothing’s changed in the room that was his prison. The ladder is still at the window and the shell compass. “Use it to come find me”, he said, the day before he jumped off the ladder into another dimension.

One where school gym teachers didn’t tell you that it was okay or that they’d hurt your little brother too if you ever told anyone.

I wonder if these shells point in the right direction…?

©KbT
15 October 2014

Eli’s Ever After ~ Haibun Thinking

HAIBUN THINKING – OCTOBER 14TH 2014

From Al’s description: “Welcome to Haibun Thinking. A weekly challenge to get your creative juices running. The challenge is to create something from one of the prompts below using the form of the Haibun. A piece of work ending in a Haiku style poem of three lines.”

Al provides both a photograph and a literary quote as the prompt each week.

The literary quote this week: “Grown up, and that is a terribly hard thing to do.
It is much easier to skip it
and go from one childhood to another.”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald

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Eli’s Ever After

I was convinced that if I could pretend I wasn’t looking, I would catch a closer look at the wee pixie that followed my parent’s car. For years, she accompanied me, leaping and running at light speed along the highway verge, from fencepost to fencepost. Tiny, brown; always smiling and happy. She was a fixture of family trips.

Often, I would find myself seeing through her eyes, feeling the wind and the blur of the earth under my feet. It was exhilarating!

Some days, I still see her running beside me. She’s slowed the smallest bit in the intervening years. That makes me smile; I was worried I’d lose sight of her when I had to start using this walker!

Young exuberance
Doesn’t truly disappear
It lives in your heart

~ kei
14 October 2014

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Description of the Haibun poetry form from Rays Web: The haibun is prose (or a prose poem) interleaved with one or more haiku.

Reflected Projections ~ Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneers prompt for 12 September 2014.

What is Friday Fictioneers? Rochelle presents a challenge to write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end, based upon a picture that she provides on her blog.

Here is today’s picture prompt (below).

Friday Fictioneers Photo Prompt copyright Janet Webb

Friday Fictioneers Photo Prompt copyright Janet Webb

Reflected Projections

Word Count: 100

Genre: Fiction

Her hands worried a stray thread absently as she gazed out at the frozen river and then glanced back to see it reflected in the mirror behind her. The gaping hole in the ice wasn’t there, nor the yellow caution tape tied to the scrub at the shore.

What she did see was herself, afghan tucked around her lap in the wheelchair. A little boy scrambling about on his knees, Thunderbird 2 in one pudgy hand and Thunderbird 1 in the basket of toys beside him.

Not lying in the muddy, cold weeds at the bottom of the river’s edge…

~ kei

10 September 2014

Ashes of Love ~ Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneers prompt for 03 September 2014.

What is Friday Fictioneers? Rochelle presents a challenge to write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end, based upon a picture that she provides on her blog.

Here is today’s picture prompt (below).

Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Copyright Rochelle Wisikoff- Fields

Ashes of Love

Word Count: 100

Genre: Story in Rhyme

Shower of sparks, like a fountain of fireflies.

Flaring like a rocket and the stars in your eyes

Summer comes and it goes, more quickly each year

My heart so abused, grows colder. Forever I fear

The sparks dissipate into the velvet of night

The stars wink out in the black hole of a fight

I’m left chaffing my hands over coals to try and keep warm

Drawing the tatters of my heart close to keep it from harm

Love professed, once again is mocked and disgraced

“Just so you know, you’ve already been replaced”.

~ kei

3 September 2014

Cheeseburger Chicanery

I couldn’t have anticipated the disquiet caused by “The Writer’s” thinly disguised taunting of the authorities.

As I sat to enjoy a very late breakfast / lunch at the very establishment that the world now knew was his “feeding” ground for juicy stories; that feeling overwhelmed me like a Limburger burger gone bad.

I glanced about me furtively. Who, I wondered, might be a poisoning, perhaps pilfering pachyderm potentially phishing for pen worthy protagonists among the unsuspecting patrons at the local McDonald’s?

I leapt to my feet, dashed to the door and ran to the Voracious Vegan Veggies-On-Wheels next door!

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(With apologies and snickers to dear AnElephantCant for the inspiration.)

Now… Let’s eat! Do please peruse the phenomenal pennings of the murderously magnificent Sir Elephant for the apéritif 🙂

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Jealousy Kills ~ Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneers prompt for 28 March 2014.

What is Friday Fictioneers? Rochelle presents a challenge to write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end, based upon a picture that she provides on her blog.

Here is today’s picture prompt (below).

Jealousy Kills

Word Count: 100

Genre: Fiction

Friday Fictioneers Prompt for 28 March 2014

Friday Fictioneers Prompt for 28 March 2014

The girl, who wasn’t really a girl anymore, walked rapidly toward the edge of the green woods; searching the gathering dusk for a glimpse of her tall, dark-haired future.

The boy, who wasn’t really a boy anymore, watched her through the veil of green, waiting in happy impatience, car keys and a ring, quietly jingling in his pocket.

The girl, who wasn’t really in her right mind anymore, stepped from behind the boy. Red hair in tangles, blue eyes crazed.

Too late, the green-eyed girl saw the gun blaze and watched in horror as her lover crumpled to the mossy dirt.

~ kei

27 March 2014

Painting Me Brand New ~ Haibun Thinking

Haibun Thinking: Week 8 – 10 March 2014

This week’s Haibun Thinking is “Freestyle” Week. This is to produce a Haibun with no prompt. After thinking about this, I felt this may not be helpful to everybody, so I decided that you can either use anything of your choice as a prompt, or if you have difficulty trying to get something to come to you, then you can use one of the prompts already used. I have included all six of the previous photos, art piece or quotes.

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Me, I’m going to freestyle this one :). And… Go!

Deft touch, artist's brush

Deft touch, artist’s brush

Painting Me Brand New

Acceptance and grace in the face of the lie that I’ve been forced to live for almost two years. This was all that I’ve hoped for as I emerge from the slime that is the world he made for me.  It never crossed my mind that such a bright and beautiful soul could take notice of me among the many lovely people that surround him. I find it easier to face my face, when you take my shoulders, turning me to see how I’m reflected in the beauty and compassion of the bright, blazing light in your beautiful blue eyes.

Imperceptible
Yet felt in every fibre
The essence of you

~ kei
13 March 2014

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Description of the Haibun poetry form from Rays Web: The haibun is prose (or a prose poem) interleaved with one or more haiku.

Bridging Worlds ~ Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneers prompt for 14 March 2014.

What is Friday Fictioneers? Rochelle presents a challenge to write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end, based upon a picture that she provides on her blog.

Here is today’s picture prompt (below).

Bridging Worlds

Word Count: 102

Genre: Fiction

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I felt so brave. Flying all the way here alone, first time I’d ever done that. Testing my wings after a long broken period. I thought of you of course. You’d been on my mind far more often than I cared to admit. No coincidence I was here, the Pacific coast was on my bucket list due to some of your photos in our correspondence. You knew my itinerary but I didn’t dare hope you might come to meet me. The bridge creaked and I turned back to see you silhouetted against blue sky and green fields. Your smile looked like home.

~ kei

12 March 2014

Three Squares a Day ~ Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneers prompt for 26 February 2014.

What is Friday Fictioneers? Rochelle presents a challenge to write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end, based upon a picture that she provides on her blog.

Here is today’s picture prompt (below).

Three Squares a Day

Word Count: 100

Genre: Fiction Humour

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Jacques, now known as Jack back home in Rockland, sat with his cousin Aurèle at a tiny bistro beside Chartres’ main intersection. As the tractor pulling hay bales lumbered by, he thought of how little things had changed in the town of his birth. He couldn’t resist ribbing his cousin just a little, as he thought of his own farm in Ontario. Things would be humming along as usual, under the eye of his oldest daughter. He turned to Aurèle with a sly wink and said, “Good crop but it doesn’t look like the cows are getting a square meal.”

~ kei
26 February 2014

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Square bale, round bale