‘That’s a puzzle,’ said the red-headed writer (aka la Raconteuse) as she continued to stare at that large book about gardening, ‘it says we need several different types of veggies but we need to be careful since some of them wouldn’t be happy together.’
‘Good grief, I didn’t know all of those things,’ as la Raconteuse continued to talk out loud, ‘toms don’t like spuds, fancy that; this great book is a mine of knowledge, isn’t it… so glad it came in that big cardboard box with all those other things.’
‘But, sorry I’m hogging this book, although you, Tom, you are reading the other new one, the one about gourmet food, and that looks also interesting,’ as la Raconteuse peered at the other one for a bit.
‘Gosh, that one looks even better, miles better in fact, and all those beautiful photos… ooh, lovely salads on this chapter, with different edible flowers; look, there are nasturtiums, pansies, pot marigolds and borage; hmm, the only one I would know is that last one – borage flowers – good for gin and tonic,’ as she giggled.
‘Listen,’ said Tom, ‘shall we go up to the flat roof to see how things are doing; I’ve already put out those bags of top soil and compost,’ – ‘oh yes, sounds good.’
So, la Raconteuse headed out to those new raised beds, and good there were, but the first thing she said was this: ‘it’s hardly a mortal enemy, it’s just a slug, but it’s huge… ugh.’
A library, a library, how exciting! Magnificent isn’t it. Beautiful, beautiful books, and so many too. Some of them are pretty old, and there are some rare ones as well.
We must be careful though. We don’t want to bend a book and we don’t want to crack a spine. Gosh, no!
So we will browse and wander around, and this will take a morning, or even longer if we want. There’s no problem, since we are pensioners, although we will need some lunch!
we are bookworm fans it is such fun, all those books let’s just read and read
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This image shows a section of a library, with multiple bookshelves stacked with beautifully bound books. There is a window next to the bookshelf with a white filmy curtain.
“They’re wilting aren’t they?” “’Fraid so.” “I’m sure I’ve given enough of this. Or maybe too much?” “Don’t ask me!”
“Well, they seem fairly dry, but they should be okay for the moment.” “If you say so.” “I do.” “Is that it then?”
“I’m just a bit worried about all of those. I wouldn’t want something to happen to them.” “Like what?” “Oh, I don’t know.” “Indeed.”
“And look, they seemed to have perked up a bit.” “Well, that’s a relief, isn’t it?” “And, in any case, it’s not a huge problem.” “No indeed. They’re only little triffids after all.”
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers Genre: Realistic Fiction Word Count: 100
The red-headed writer (aka la Raconteuse) had signalled to the lovely Bartender at the Six-Sentence-Café-and-Bistro, as she held up one finger and smiled; she knew she had enough for today, but what a lovely day she had.
Such a beautiful walk by the river with Hūnga and the tall, thin man; la Raconteuse would fling a nice stick to Hūnga, and Hūnga would bring it back; he would drop the stick by her feet, then sit on his hunches while looking up to her and woofing.
It seemed that Hūnga was grinning back too, since la Raconteuse had been flaunting a new red hat, and rather startling too; indeed, the tall, thin man was also wearing a cap, and why not? although he would remove it before walking into the Six-Sentence-Café-and-Bistro.
Then, la Raconteuse started to grin again as she thought about that big cardboard box; it turned out that there were various useful things, and nothing worrying in it at all, in fact, when they came back, that big box had gone, and new things had been put into places.
She mused as she looked around, all those pretty vases which held sprouting bulbs now, they are going to be daffodils she had been told, how lovely, and there was one on every table.
But even better Tom had been up to the flat roof, it was where la Raconteuse used to write there, but now Tom had repurposed the place – it’s going to be a productive garden.
Oh wow, this is my moon. She is always beautiful from very thin to full and often she’s so, so clear. You’ll find her from north to south, but we have only seen her lovely front. However, now we have seen her wonderful dark side, and we believe that she’ll start to sing a melody.
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This image is of the dark side of the moon and you can see the earth on the horizon- setting. Artemis II crew took this picture on April 6th.
Of course, I’m a big girl – and I’m a beautiful one, too. You see, I’m Clarissa, and this is Jennifer, and we’re the two best layers in this farm.
There are quite a lot of us around this place, and we’re all free. Free to peck in many nice places. There are walls and gates around the farm, and that is sensible. And we’re all kept in our coops in the night-time. It’s too scary otherwise, since there are foxes.
Now there is Floyd? He’s the rooster, and a pretty good one. He must cry from morning to night. He’s very, very noisy, but we’re all happy about that.
It’s early, and it’s time for us to lay. Jolly good, we’ve done it. So now it’s pecking time.
But what are these little things? Piggies? Do we remember those? Maybe. But we’ll just ignore them. Let’s go back to pecking.
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P.S. Clarissa and Jennifer were real hens, and Floyd was a real rooster. They had lovely lives for many years in our yard!
“Ooh, gosh, what a wonderful spread, and we haven’t even got to the table yet.” “Awesome isn’t it?” “I’m just craning over several tables to see what people are eating. No, I don’t think it’s rude. I’m just wondering what I might choose.”
“I’m going to call that waiter… rather attractive, isn’t he, don’t you think?” “Ah, we should also think about wine.” “Hmm, definitely a bottle of wine, and that will be fine.”
The two of them went quiet for a couple of minutes. The waiter appeared. Then soon everything was sorted.
“Now all we need is a selfie!”
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers Genre: Fiction Word Count: 100
The red-headed writer (aka la Raconteuse) was very much revived now after that excellent coffee at the Six-Sentence-Café-and-Bistro, while she chatted to Mimi who had been stacking the clean glasses and other things by the counter.
“Do you need any help around here?” asked la Raconteuse.
“Gosh no, nothing needed around here,” said Mimi, “however, there is one thing you can do, as she held up one finger and grinned; “just wait for a couple of minutes, I will be back,” as she darted back through the double doors, past the kitchen, past the Manager’s Office and beyond.
Then the tall, thin man appeared from the double doors, he must have been in his Manager’s Office all the time; he was now carrying a large cardboard box which was clearly rather heavy: “hmm, intriguing,” thought la Raconteuse, as she smiled radiantly to the tall, thin man, as he put that box on one of the tables.
But then there was much barking behind the double doors: “why, it must be Hūnga!” said la Raconteuse, as Mimi and Hūnga appeared just then; “now that’s going to be fun,” grinned la Raconteuse, “I’m thinking we should go for a lovely walk, what do you think, dear Hūnga?” – as Hūnga woofed back.
And so, since it was a gorgeous spring day, la Raconteuse,Hūnga and the tall, thin man all went on a walk by the wide river and by the cherry blossom trees, and that big box was forgotten for the moment.
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