Friday Fictioneers September 21,2016



PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

The sparkling lights reminded her of the stars which, when she slept, protected her from the dark.  This morning, she had no time for stars, running out the door with toothbrush and toothpaste in hand. No makeup. No bling. Almost no sandals, but she dashed back just in time. Clattering up the bus steps, she smiled at the driver and settled into a midway seat.  Unusual, but not earth shattering.

She sat, arms full of the necessities of the day.  In other words, nothing. These things, as all things, were nothing is the light of day. Imagined the ticking, the counting down, in rhythm with her heart.  Held herself as if to protect the unborn child she would never have.

Minutes ticked.  The bus grew fuller, stacked with humans like wheat stalks in the field.

Minutes.  Minutes. Minutes.

All she felt was a flash of agony, a moment when the stars settled down around her, gathering her into their arms to fly away.

Friday Fictioneers 5 August 2016





The clutter brought him there. The sweet smell of baking bread and chocolate drew him inside.

“What can I get you?”

He looked at the bartender. “Beer.”

“You a labels man?”

What?   “No.”

“Right. One Anything-Goes coming up.”

He moved to the bar, overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of stuff. “Where did you get all … this?”

“Lost things. World makes lots of them. Figured the lost needed a home, too.”

Daniel set down his beer.  “Got any corn chips?”

He’d come home


FFfAW Challenge

Guide for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers – week 8/2/2016

1. A prompt photo will be provided each Tuesday to be used as a base to your story. Please include photo prompt with your story.

2. Linking for this challenge begins on Tuesday and runs to the following Monday evening.

3. Please credit photo to photographer.

4. The story word limit is 100 – 150 words (+ – 25 words). Please stay within this limit.. A prompt photo will be provided each Tuesday to be used as a base to your story. Please include photo prompt with your story.

2. Linking for this challenge begins on Tuesday and runs to the following Monday evening.


This week’s photo prompt is provided by Phylor.

“We didn’t know which car you might want, so we arranged for both on trial. You can drive them for a week and then decide.” Parental smiles.

Crying, sniffling, jumping, hugging, ohhhh and ahhhh. Thank you, thank you, thank you! Thousand butterfly wings fluttering in her chest. A car! Her own car!

“They are both kinda old,” she mentioned, dream of a fire-engine red mustang fading.

“Old is better,” Dad informed her, “and these are antiques.”

“Why did you bring Thomas Aquinas here?”

“We didn’t,” Dad responded. “Maybe he felt left out.”

Thomas was a great escape artist. Still she wanted a car, wanted the freedom of not being chaperoned, Go where she wanted, leave when she wanted. No feeding. No forkfuls of manure. No coming in smelling like horse.  No horsie  kisses. No summer meadows dozing in the sun. Nobody to listen

She hugged her parents again, thanking them for the wonderful gift. “The cars are beautiful.” Then she walked past both to wrap her arms around Thomas’ neck. Buried her face in his mane.

Some friends can never be left behind.




“We find these joys to be self evident: That all children are created whole, endowed with innate intelligence, with dignity and wonder, worthy of respect. The embodiment of life, liberty and happiness, children are original blessings, here to learn their own song. Every girl and boy is entitled to love, to dream and belong to a loving “village.” And to pursue a life of purpose.

October Thoughts

October is my favorite month.  As a child I loved Halloween more than any other holiday, even Christmas.  For a child so rooted in fantasy, Halloween was, and is, a magical day.  A day when I was allowed to pretend to be somebody else – in plain sight.  Not hiding, no scribbling in the corner, no spinning vast webs of stories only in my mind.

If you can’t tell, I love Halloween. I don’t dress up anymore, that joy was left behind at the threshold of adolescence. Now, I am drawn into the history of the day, fascinated by the darkness behind the traditions of trick-or-treating, jack-o-lanterns, witches and the rest; so many traditions and beliefs deeply linked to my worlds of fantasy.

I got married in October.  I couldn’t imagine a better month.  My Mom died in October, on my Wedding Anniversary.  Good thing I’m not still married and care.  Not that it made much difference.

Every year, I promise myself that, during October, I am going to slow down and make the most of every moment. Look at the leaves turning to reds and golds. Take pictures; feed my inner artist with their clors; take an afternoon to wander through the craft store, just looking at things I could do; start Christmas shopping and get all my cards for the Fall ready.  Me things.

But each year, October seems to fly by in a flash.  I get so wrapped up in the day-to-day details of living that I forget to slow down and take my time, enjoy each day as it comes. Just today, I realized it was October 20th.  How did the month fly by so fast?  How could I have missed it? How could I have gone another almost month without doing those things most important in my life?

How indeed … in the midst of two weeks of constant car troubles – begging rides or taking the bus –  working on how to finance another car…. among all the day-to-day trials of food in the cabinets, dirt and cat throw-up off the carpets, laundry done… and on and on.

I always take the last week of October off, my Get-the-House-and-Yard-ready-for-Winter week. Here’s hoping that I learn to slow down these last two weeks, take time for me, for writing and thinking and just being.  Awed by the fireworks of the trees, watch squirrels storing nuts, take care of me instead of the rat-race of the world. Shouldn’t I be allowed? Shouldn’t I know how?

How do you slow down and enjoy each moment in your life?