what a wonderful time it is so much happiness and joy!
all those little businesses are busy since they will be closing soon.
we peer in various shops is there anything else we need?
no, we think we have everything let’s run home now!
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This photo shows a snowbound scene from a street in Quebec, Canada. There are Christmas trees outside almost every home and they are sprinkled with snow. People, warmly dressed are going about their business.
‘We went into a little supermarket, didn’t we?’ ‘We did. Happy memories…’ ‘It was in a foreign place and quaint. You remember?’ ‘Greece?’ ‘Not that time.’ ‘No, you’re right, it was Turkey.’
‘We sat down, since there was a few tables.’ ‘And we drank some very thick and sweet coffee.’
‘Then we had a little look around the shelves…’ ‘… and we bought some postcards and we sat down again and wrote them.’ ‘They even had some stamps.’
‘Then after that we bought a tiny bottle of raki.’ ‘And what else?’ ‘You must remember that?’ ‘Oh, of course – Turkish Delight!’
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers Genre: Memoir Word Count: 100
it’s almost Christmas and we will have a fish feast elegant, possibly but don’t miss any lovely juice since we will have some mussels ~~~
Keith Floyd’s Moules Marinière
Ingredients
Fresh mussels, cleaned and de-bearded
Butter
Shallots (or onion)
Garlic, unpeeled and crushed
Fresh parsley
Good white wine
Instructions
Prepare the mussels: Clean them thoroughly, removing any beards or barnacles.
Melt the butter: In a large saucepan, melt a generous amount of butter over high heat.
Sauté aromatics: Add the chopped shallots, crushed garlic, and most of the parsley to the melted butter. Stir for a moment.
Add wine: Pour in the white wine and let it come to a boil.
Cook the mussels: Add the mussels to the pot, cover tightly, and cook over high heat for a few minutes until they open. Shake the pan occasionally.
Discard any mussels that remain closed.
Serve the mussels immediately with their juice and sprinkle with the remaining parsley.
Enjoy: It is customary to serve with crusty bread for dipping in the flavourful sauce.
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For Colleen Chesebro’s #TankaTuesday #41 – 2 December 2025 where this week, Colleen’s invitation is ‘to write a syllabic poem on the food/or foods that are served according to your December traditions.‘
The red-headed woman had been feeling rather pensive as she continued to listen to the two friendly gargoyles, while she rummaged in her big bag.
‘As you know we had enlisted several clever animals for a while, although sadly they have moved on to another case, we believe,’ – ‘not surprising though, since they are jet-setting animals who solve crimes all around the world,’ as the two of them grinned to each other.
‘You know there are still protests around the Louvre,’ said one of the gargoyles, ‘since so many very exquisite jewels had been stolen, and they are still mostly missing, so it’s vital that we stay in touch with Inspector Clouseau, you must know him surely,’ as the two of them looked at her; she affirmed.
‘So what are we going to do now?’ asked the red-headed woman, as she opened her notebook and clicked her retractable pen; while the two gargoyles looked at their phones, and a moment later they both said: ‘ooh, breaking news… look.’
One of the phones pinged, it was Inspector Clouseau who said: ‘it’s a decoy, I’m sure – never mind about those escargots, but those fabulous jewels, they will be hidden in some very strange place – they will reappear, mark my words.’
Another beautiful day, said one. Where shall we go today, said the other.
They potted around the lovely beach.
So warm isn’t it, said one. Well, it’s summer on the Cape, isn’t it, grinned the other.
They potted a bit further, as they looked out.
I know, let’s go right to the end. You mean the Table Mountain? No, even further… the southern tip of the Cape Peninsula. Let’s enjoy the Cape of Good Hope just now.
And off they went!
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The image shows two birds standing in the water of the ocean, at a beach. The sky overhead is cloudy and lit golden by the rays of the sun, which are reflected in the water too. There are waves coming in towards the beach.
She’d looked in the bedroom and bathroom. She’d looked in the kitchen and dining room, but no. She was almost positive she had left them in the living room since she’d been reading. She sat down by her coffee table.
She had a thought.
Maybe those glasses had fallen under the couch. She knelt down and poked around, just as her cat appeared. They were at the same level. The cat playfully tapped one paw at her cheek. Suddenly, those glasses dropped from her head.
Aha, clever cat! Those glasses had been there all the time.
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers Genre: Anecdote Word Count: 100
Thered-headed woman was tired, since it had been a long day, and it was very late now, she hadn’t seen her friendly two gargoyles, which was rather sad, but as she was about to turn in, she saw them.
She motioned a hand from her little balcony as the two gargoyles circled and landed; she thought how graceful they were – always on the move, and very mobile considering what they were, although only very privileged people would see one moving, never mind two.
Both of them grinned, then one of them said, ‘let’s get a photo quickly, all of us, say cheese,’ – and a moment later they all crowded together on that rather new smartphone, ‘that’s nice, and don’t forget some suitable hashtags.’
‘So did you? I mean that daring heist in the Louvre,’ asked the red-headed woman to the two of them; – they both grimaced and said at the same time, ‘if only… imagine that, but no, not us.’
‘Well, I guess you wouldn’t have done a photo just now, know of course not, you would be hiding, wouldn’t you,’ – ‘correct,’ said one of them, and continued, ‘but there might be a reward, and that would be good, wouldn’t it, don’t we think?’
‘We have also had a few good thoughts about that,’ said the two gargoyles, ‘you see, we have been trailing several leads, including that Inspector Clouseau, and also a couple of clever animals – a cat and a panda; what do you think about that?’
Was that me in a different life? Is it possible to be reborn again without knowing? Something drastic happened. Everything disappeared completely. Not just dark. Just nothing. Nothing at all. Gone.
And yet… Something rebooted, eventually. Eyes opened. But looking upside down, and back to front. Just like a brand new baby. And then it all came back again. So, I’m thinking that’s what happened.
a new chance many lovely days lucky me!
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The image shows a blurred girl/woman through a rain-streaked window. The background is not clearly seen.
At last, something worked, she grinned, I’m so happy!
She had looked out very early, just as the sun poked up. She could see it was fine, as she showered and dressed quickly. She brewed her coffee, as she continued to smile; she wondered what this particular one had managed to cling on to life, since so many hadn’t. Dreadful really, as she mused while supping her coffee.
It was very windy, as usual, as she stepped out into her kind of garden. There it is, as she looked up. My first pretty rockery with some real living little flowers!
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers Genre: HistoricalFiction Word Count: 100
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