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

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

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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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

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

The Ship’s Bell ~ Sunday Photo Fiction

Sunday Photo Fiction: March 23rd 2014

This is another of the writing challenges I’ve wanted to try. Usually, there just aren’t enough hours in the week to fit in all the fun things I want to do but then, that’s just another sort of challenge, yes?

Here is a description of the challenge from the blog:

“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:

23 March 2014 Challenge

23 March 2014 Challenge

So participants can stray from the actual photo included and because I’m me, I’m doing that :). I’m also bending the rules slightly in that, this story existed previously but was never published. I did have to type it all up from my copybook 🙂

 When I saw the challenge photo, this story came to mind. I wrote it for a school English project when I was about 10 or 11. It’s recreated here (including the mis-spellerings and grammatifications). As my Teacher noted at the time: I have a big imagination. Hope you enjoy.

The Ship’s Bell

Genre: Fiction

Word Count: 224

A foggy night in Nova Scotia wasn’t a nice way to begin a vacation but that’s how mine started.
Through the queer fog, I stood listening to the dismal whining of the wind and the crash of the breakers.All at once I heard the screams of women and the crying of babies; through the din a ship’s bell started clanging.
As fast as I could I ran to my uncle’s cabin. I looked for his book on ghosts of Nova Scotia. I found out anyone hearing the ship’s bell would be drowned as were the fated passengers of the “Wooden Lady”.
Intrigued I read on only to find a ship’s bell was was burned onto the flesh of the drowned person.
I was rather frightened, and didn’t intend to go out, but I seemed to be drawn to the sea. As I walked the mud flats I reasoned that there was nothing to be afraid of. I must have been out a long time and didn’t notice the wave until it engulfed me.
It roared over me! and I was tossed about like a rag doll. A ship’s bell began to clang eerily and I was dressed in old-fashioned clothes. I felt myself pulled down, down, with bodies floating around me. Slowly, slowly, I slipped from reality.
The headlines the next day read:

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This was hand drawn for the project 🙂

Project Marks. I still think she was a little stingy!

Project Marks. I still think she was a little stingy!

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

adamickes-boardwalk

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