Rendezvous

‘We shall reconvene this meeting at our usual spot tomorrow at noon. As usual tell no one and leave no trails.’

‘What does he mean by ususal spot?’

‘By the celtic tree.’

‘Ohhh!….  What is the celtic tree?’

Exhaling loudly ‘It’s the tree with the giraffe by its side at Sefton park.’

‘We have a giraffe at Sefton park, why has no one told me about it before? Wait are we the only one’s that know? Is it like a private pet? Does it have a ….’

‘Ohh for pits sake, it’s not a real giraffe! The tree has a branch shaped like a giraffe.’ Walking off in anger.

ooOOoo

At noon

‘Why have you come with a horse rather than your car?’

‘It seemed more appropraite for the rendezvous, don’t you think?’

‘You loon! Everyone would know you took the horse if anyone asked around.’

‘What’s wrong with that? It’s not like we’re going to do anything wrong, are we? Ohh this is so cool the tree actually looks like a giraffe. Not the real deal but cool.’

Copyright Phylor

In response to the writing challenge flash fiction for aspiring writers hosted by Priceless Joy click on the link to visit the blog. The photograph is from Phylor (interesting photo can’t wait to see all the stories it inspires) and the challenge is to write a 100 – 150 words (+/- 25 words) story inspired by it. Do click on the link for other stories. 

Nature remodelled

Stand tall wise heecha, keeper of the night.

Stay alert and feast your eyes on the strange spokane

See them embrace shi ma ni’ with one arm and choke her with the other.

three line tales week 26: summer camp
Copyright  Maher El Aridi

Written for Sonya’s three line tales – week twenty six.

Heecha – Owl

Spokane – children of the sun

shi ma ni -mother nature

Shopping list.

Across the length and breath of the Lagos municipal, a more selfless person could not be found. From running thankless errands for relatives during her lunch break to making lovely meals for friends who moaned of hunger. 

‘How lucky is the man who finds you.’ he cried, licking his plate.

‘How blessed are the children whose cry bestows motherhood on you.’ he smiled taking the loan.

And so the praises rang until she clocked two scores and more.

They shopped her aisle but filled their carts with alternate brands. 

Time like a flood pushed her deeper into storage.

copyright -Janet Webb
Copyright Janet Webb

Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by Janet Webb, the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.

Magic plants

‘Mama is this an eggplant or an ao-bar-genie.’

She giggled at his attempts to pronounce the word, ‘it’s an aubergine honey, but it’s also called an eggplant. Where did you get them from they look very tasty.’

‘From Mr. Johnson’s farm.’

The giggles disappeared, as she took the plants from him and threw them out of the window.

‘I told you to stop picking food from Mr. Johnson’s plot. Everything there is poisoned.’

‘That’s not what Canny said.’

‘And you believe Canny over your own mother? Have you noticed how big Canny is, it comes from eating those unhealthy vegetables.’

‘But you always tell me to eat my vegetables so I can grow big and healthy.’ he stammered conveying his confusion at his mothers’ behavior.

‘Big and healthy Lucas, not big and unable to outrun the cat or jump over a trap. Those plants have enough chemicals to grow a cow out of you.’

‘Am hungry mama.’

‘I know love, here have some fish, I’ll look for more food tonight.’


In response to the writing challenge flash fiction for aspiring writers hosted by Priceless Joy click on the link to visit the blog. The photograph is from Louise @ the storytellers abode (interesting photo can’t wait to see all the stories it inspires) and the challenge is to write a 100 – 150 words (+/- 25 words) story inspired by it. Do click on the link for other stories. 

Flaming rain

 

The rain did nothing to dowse the growing flames, each drop burning a hole in my clothes.

With nothing to hide, no layers beneath, I charred from embarrassment before my handsome date.

Tomorrows weather forecast: grey clouds with lots of hot spots stay away from your phone.

three line tales week 25 photo prompt
Copyright Dan Carlson

Written for Sonya’s TLT challenge week Twenty -five

Ocean breeze

‘If I said your feelings for me were like the tossing waves of the ocean, never stable always changing, what would you say?

‘I would say that only a boat atop the wave knows which way it tosses and turns.’

She sighed.

He smiled.

‘And if I said you delve into the very depths of my heart like a demented pirate on uncharted waters ..?’

‘I would say fear not mi’lady for I will chart every inch of your depth with care till I find the delta of your love.’

She smiled.

He grinned.

Gentle caresses buoy on summer’s warm breeze.

PHOTO PROMPT- Copyright - Jan Wayne Fields
Copyright Jan Wayne Fields

For some reason the final line doesn’t sit right with me, but I don’t want to lose the word buoy and I want to keep it in present tense. What say ye?

Thanks everyone for the suggestions.

Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by Jan Wayne Fields, the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.

Mind Knots

Never had my nerves felt as weary as they felt in this moment, leaving home hadn’t felt this nerve racking.

How do I make this sound fashionable, maybe fashionable was asking too much. Walking towards my room I tried out different options.

“My mum suggested you … ” starting with ‘my mum’ makes me sound juvenile.

“How would you like a …. ” No, that just had monumental anti climax written all over it.

“Have you ever experienced …”

Urggghhh!

There was no way around it, I’ll just spit it out. Besides I had done things I didn’t necessarily want to just to be a supportive friend. It would be selfish of her not to oblige.

Urgggghhhh!

I wish this wasn’t part of my life.It’s not that I hate the custom, nor am I ashamed of it, … but explaining it to a guest, hoping they oblige you and having an audience judging your friendship was …. urggghhhh.

Here goes.

“Annie, my mum wants to know if you would like to go in the ofuro first?”

“Sure! What is the o- fuu -row?”

Copyright TJ Paris

Don’t know if it came across but I was trying to depict her discomfort at explaining the Japanese bath ritual to a foreign friend. What are your thoughts?

In response to the writing challenge flash fiction for aspiring writers hosted by Priceless Joy click on the link to visit the blog. The photograph is from TJ Paris (interesting photo can’t wait to see all the stories it inspires) and the challenge is to write a 100 – 150 words (+/- 25 words) story inspired by it. Do click on the link for other stories. 

 

Yesterday

Piazza Navona, Rome, Italy, Mime, Street, People, Work

 

 

I can see us wearing yesterday,

an extra layer for today.

I can see us holding it dear,

an excerpt of time non can compare.

I can see us wearing yesterday, 

an entrapment of ‘ifs’ and ‘hurrah’ blockading today.


This piece was inspired by the line ‘I can see us wearing yesterday’ a line from MUGILAN RAJU poem, titled All that I can see (click on the link to read it). I hope he will forgive me for borrowing the line as it struck a cord with my muse straightaway. 

Image from Pixabay free images.

Beyond I

I have traveled far and wide, across the fields and back.

I have seen them come and go; cows, sheep, fodder, weed, metallic monsters with gigantic teeth and vibrating footsteps, all traipsing across the same field with a different mission .

Not one of great speed nor intimidating size, I live for every moment, happy for a niche that is all mine, thankful that there is much more beyond the trees, bigger and greater than I.

three line tales week 24
Copyright Emiel Molenaar   

Written for Sonya’s TLT – Week twenty-four.

Rules of engagement

There was a lot at stake here, we needed a strategy and fast.

“Any ideas Zac?”

“Let’s focus on the followers get them to trust us, then we guide them through a narrow path with no room for maneuvers.”

“How’s that different from our last attempts?”

“This time we don’t engage the guides, we wait till they attack before we defend making them the bad guys for striking first. The followers need to sense your calmness and confidence.”

“Guys it’s just a game, no need to go all commando.”

“First club rule: never underestimate the battle nor your opponent. 

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright-Sandra Crook
Copyright Sandra Crook

I guess Andrea Leadsom forgot the rules of engagement: get the followers behind you first.

Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by Sandra Crook, the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.