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Well, to me anyway…

I had no idea that I’m a Goodreads author!

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8098071.Karin_Tupper

That kinda makes my day 🙂

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Le RetournĂ© ~ 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

Sunday Photo Fiction ~ Razing The Dead

Sunday Photo Fiction: October 12 2014

Here is a description of the challenge from the blog, Sunday Photo Fiction, hosted by Alastair Forbes:

“Every week on a Sunday, a new photo is used as a prompt for Flash Fiction challenge using around 200 words based on that image. Your story does not have to be exactly what the item in the photo is, you can make it anything you want, and enjoy what you write, and we will as well.”

Here is today’s photo challenge:

Demolition of an old building. ©Alastair Forbes

Demolition of an old building.
©Alastair Forbes

Razing The Dead

Genre: Fiction

Word Count: 224 (WAY over! Hopefully, none “wasted”)

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When I first noticed the sign and  construction fencing, my first thought was “They should have done that years ago and salted the ground.”

A conglomerate had purchased the land where various versions of a pub, dance club and restaurant had stood on Robertson Road since our town had been incorporated.

“The Whistle”, as my friends and I knew it, had been a place where I’d spent some fun, hazy Saturday nights in our flaming youth.
We didn’t speak often of the last night it was open, the night when a man none of us knew, confronted Jordie Thiessen and stabbed him to death over a girl. The strange part was, Jordie hadn’t brought a date.

My student experience at Archives turned up a history of similar events at “The Whistle”; 1950’s murder of James Thornton, 1920’s of John Taylor. Discovering a very old microfiche detailing an 1890’s record of public hanging revealed the origin of the pattern. A logger, back from a long stay up north, killed a man in front of the inn that once stood on Robertson’s Farm. The victim, Jedson Toomey, had been courting the logger’s fiancée. The logger’s name is lost but it seems that even in death, he never forgets.

Frankly, I’m relieved. My nephew Jackson is old enough to visit the local pubs when home from university.

~ kei
12 October 2014

Note: “Razing The Dead” is a play on the term “raising the dead” and the place in Bells Corners that Al’s photo reminded me of did exist, much as I described. I truly did feel it haunted, though I’ve based my theory on fictionalized bits of local history. Ottawa was a logging and military town, it was wild ‘n wooly. I should mention, where the pub stood is as yet a barren field. Still fenced, and only a smattering of weeds is brave enough to grow there.

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

Napa Valley Visions ~ Sunday Photo Fiction

Sunday Photo Fiction: April 13 2014

Here is a description of the challenge from the blog, Sunday Photo Fiction, hosted by Alastair Forbes:

“Every week on a Sunday, a new photo is used as a prompt for Flash Fiction challenge using around 200 words based on that image. Your story does not have to be exactly what the item in the photo is, you can make it anything you want, and enjoy what you write, and we will as well.”

Here is today’s photo challenge:

From SPF Blog: This photo was taken outside a vineyard. Country road between two towns.

From SPF Blog: This photo was taken outside a vineyard. Country road between two towns.

This photo spoke to me in a few ways. The story I’ve written strays slightly in that, I describe two real events. Their overlapping is something I’ve only just discovered. A moment in the Present, looking into the Past and seeing my Future.

Hope you enjoy.

Napa Valley Visions

Genre: Fictionalized History

Word Count: 200

Several years ago, I had the opportunity to travel to California. On that trip, I was delightfully disabused of a few quaintly Canadian preconceptions about that State and about the United States in general. That may sound funny given the “Global Village” mentality and that Canada, as a whole is very attuned to a worldview. There are things however, that I’d not seen but for on television and as such weren’t on my radar. What a treat to finally see the Winchester House in person and the majesty of The Redwoods come to life from documentary images. The revelation of the hilliness of the coast and the temperate temperatures too, made California seem more real and less myth of blondes, surfers and endless summers.

One drive took us through Wine Country and though we didn’t stop, the beauty of those fields of grapes entranced me. The Napa Valley, seen in person is beautiful. How to explain the pull of one particular vineyard along that route? We stopped for a picnic lunch at roadside and the image of another, earlier time superimposed it. Was the pretty, pregnant woman I saw just a fey notion or a portent of things to come?

~ kei
13 April 2014