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

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:

Girl-drowns-in-sea-In

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!