Autumn? Is it? You’re quite sure?
Surely it’s spring around here?
It’s certainly complicated
and I do like to be sure.
You see I’m a water maiden
I’m really rather shy though
but I’m bright and beautiful
and I’ll say that quietly.
I am by a lovely lily.
It’s a white water lily
and it’s so sweet and vibrant
and I love to sit with it.
So now I’m thinking to myself
it’s almost an equinox
and that is pretty pleasing,
it could be fall or vernal.
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Photo Prompt © Lisa Fox
“Awesome, aren’t they?”
“Expensive?”
“I guess so, but matters not.”
“All very pretty, and so detailed. Now I need to squint. Hmm, it must be in another kind of language.”
“Something like Cyril?”
“Can’t be Cyril, Cyril is our President.”
“I do know that. I’m going to Google this while you continue to look.”
“All these gorgeous churches, they are called churches, aren’t they? Or maybe cathedrals, seems more… more, well whatever. But have you got some information yet?”
“I have. And here it is.”
So they looked together, and that was great.
“Okay, what’s next in this excellent museum?”
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
“It’s such a hip joint, isn’t it,” grinned the red-headed writer (aka la Raconteuse) as she and Aurelia sat up by the beautiful mahogany bar in the Six-Sentence-Café-and-Bistro: “you see, if we sit just here we can see everything from the back mirrors behind us.”
“You’re right, you can,” smiled Mimi as she appeared from the double doors in the kitchen, next to the middle of the bar; then she extended her right hand to shake Aurelia, “please to meet you, my dear, it’s always nice to have a new friend… anything you would like to eat, by the way?”
“I bet cake will be involved,” grinned la Raconteuse, “but before that, what in the Sam Hill have you been doing for so long, dear Mimi?”
“But surely both of us have been busy in the hall and further up to the different floors in that very large building,” said Mimi – “ah yes, that’s very true,” as la Raconteuse gestured to the darker parts by the hall, “lots of interesting doors and windows as we know.”
Then Aurelia said, as she jumped down, “I need to go to the bathroom, I’ll not be long, I promise, it’s just a little problem,” as she rubbed her back as if there was something niggling in her pretty shirt.
So the two of them, Mimi and la Raconteuse, began to talk and quickly, starting with Mimi, as la Raconteuse said, “go on, fire away, there are so many stories we need to tell.”
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Di of Pensitivity 101 – Wednesday’s Three Things Challenge: HILL, HIP, HIND
Denise Farley of GirlieOnTheEdge
Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt: FIRE
More #SixSentenceStories
That Old Door
It’s an interesting door, you said?
I did.
But what do you think about it?
Well, it’s old, obviously.
Yes, go on.
It’s a bit creaky too.
Indeed.
It looks a bit like, hmm…
What?
A Christmas tree, don’t you think?
I see what you’re saying.
And yes, it’s funny.
Definitely!
Will we be able to go in?
Let’s find out.
So they waited and waited for ages.
But sadly no-one was in.
Oh, such a shame, don’t you think?
Still, we’ll try again sometime.
Ah yes, we will!
So off they go, and smiling happily…
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Image credit: Istiaque Hossain @ Pexels
It is a monochrome photo of an old door. There is a simple pattern of wooden planks on the door- creating triangles! The wall on which it’s fixed isn’t in good repair. There are signs of fungus around the lower part of the wall.
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #353 photo prompt.
aha, I am here
as I muttered to myself
as I almost stopped
I knew I’d forgotten something
but what was it I wondered
I was half way now
on this pretty hump-backed bridge
but it’s bugging me
it was bugging me so much
as I dithered, and dithered
so what was it then?
as I stared at the river
but no clue was there
so should I go back, or not?
but no, let’s go, well why not!
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Melissa, from Mom With a Blog, is our host this week at #TankaTuesday, and she asks us to write about forgetting things.
Photo Prompt © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
It’s a great river. I stand by the sturdy railings, looking out near to the ocean. It’s warm, as I continued to stare out.
But things had been less pleasant then. I remember some of that. Parts had disappeared.
And I’m grateful for that.
It had been an art exhibition. Some little random talking, and rather too much champagne.
An older man brought me out by the railings, and he hoisted me up.
He smiled in an odd way.
I’d realised what was happening. But it was too late by then.
.
.
.
Still, I have a daughter now.
Pretty, isn’t she.
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Truthful Fiction
Word Count: 100
The red-headed writer (aka la Raconteuse) grinned happily as she and Aurelia sat together in that excellent booth, the one where la Raconteuse preferred, they had continued to work, her on her laptop, and Aurelia on her bells and whistles smartphone, and they felt that both of them had achieved quite a lot already.
“That’s good, isn’t it,” said la Raconteuse, “I’ve lots of little silly stories and some poems, and a couple are okay, I think, but, you, lovely Aurelia, you have many fantastic ones and much more as well.”
“But I do have a problem though, and I’m wondering if you can help me, dear Aurelia, you see, I think I need to archive some of my emails and photos, there’re too many on this rather old laptop.”
“Not a prob,” smiled Aurelia, “it’ll only take a jiffy, or I could give you the steps to do it, if you prefer?” – “oh no, you do it, please!”
“Oh, excellent,” grinned la Raconteuse, as she stooped down to massage one of her feet, “you know, my foot arch is still sore even though my lovely new trainers are very comfy, you remember when I slipped when I first saw you,” as she grinned again.
“Anyway, let’s go to the bar just now,” as they began to walk; “gosh,” muttered la Raconteuse, “look, it’s Frank, Lou and the tall, thin man, they’re talking nonsense again, at least us two, plus Mimi and Denise, we’ve many useful conversations, don’t we think?”
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Di of Pensitivity 101 – Wednesday’s Three Things Challenge: ACHIEVE, ARCHIVE, ARCH
Denise Farley of GirlieOnTheEdge
Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt: SLIP
More #SixSentenceStories
Burning books?
Surely not?
Well, why not?
No, you’re crazy… really crazy,
and heaven forbid.
Just don’t do it.
But, again, why not?
There’s no value in these,
so what’s the point?
But, but…
But what can I say?
It’s, well, just wrong.
In fact, I’m thinking you’re deranged.
I know what you’re saying,
but at least we can use those books
to make part of our fire.
Now what are you thinking?
I’m thinking you might be… well, right!
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Image credit: Ebahir @ Unsplash
This image shows a table top with a glass of a drink, probably juice or cold coffee, and a few open books, one of which is either in Persian or Arabic.
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #352 photo prompt.
“I can just reach it, well almost. Why don’t you try… you’re a little taller than me, aren’t you?”
“Ah, that’s it.”
“Oops, don’t drop it.”
“Impressive, isn’t it?”
“Now give it to me. I am going to open it. And smell it. Hmm, seems fine. So, another sniff… mm, I’m liking this.”
“You don’t want to smell it?”
“Thanks, but no.”
“But you do want to stay with me, don’t you?”
“Sure, of course.”
“Well, phew!”
“Now it’s time to have a little sip. Luckily I can tip it up with both hands. And slowly too.”
“Wow. That’s strong. It’s certainly an interesting aroma.”
“Hmm, is it nice?”
“Well, I will have another tiny sip. Just to make sure. It’s certainly warming.
“And that’s a good thing?”
“Sure. Now, another shot…, definitely nice now. Are you sure you don’t want some…? Oh well, all for me. Glug, glug, hic!”
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150 words
Photo Prompt © Sandra Crook
Under the ground
“You said it’s a secret?”
“Hush, don’t make so much noise.”
“But what is it?
“It’s something down there.”
“All right, what are we going to do?”
“We’re going to burrow down.”
“It’s a new place, at least.”
“It’ll be fine, and it smells okay.”
“Right then. Time to dig.”
Sometime later, the two of them had stopped.
“We’re there.”
“Indeed.”
“Do you want to go first?”
“Oh no. After you.. but of course.”
“Okay, I am going in.”
“I’m right behind you.”
“Wow!”
“It’s huge!”
“Time for a little cuddle for us.”
“Ah yes. A new brood, and soon.”
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Literary Fiction
Word Count: 100
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