Tuesday, 28 October 2014

THE DREAM

28 October 2014
Here are the rules:
·         Use the photo(s) and prompt provided to write a
500-word story; all elements of the prompt must be a feature in the
brief story you create. We aren’t counting, but for the fairness of the
readers please, no 1000+ word entries.
·         The two photos must be visible in your unless the blog hostess has determined that it will be a
1 photo/5 words theme.  If this is the case, the photo and 5 words MUST be
clearly referenced in your story. Variations on a word are allowed
within reason (for example: adding s, ed, ing to the word to be
grammatically correct); but creating a new, unrelated, word is not. (To see an example of a “1 photo/5 word” story see Faith, Hope, Love, and Pink by one of our hostesses, Debb Stanton.)
·         Photos are the property of the hostess for the week, unless otherwise mentioned. Please Do Not share photos and/or prompt words as your own.
·         In order to honour the community-purpose of the blog hop, we ask that you please reference the blog hop (not one of the hostesses) in your post so your blog audience and the blog hop community may all be connected.
·       
If you have any questions or need any help don’t hesitate to contact one of the hop hosts: Leanne, Debb, Tena or Heather you can direct link your story with one of the hosts.
The prompts this week are chosen by Debb:
Two photographs to craft a 500-ish word story 






THE DREAM

She dreamt last night.  Her dream followed her into the bathroom; it followed her in to her kitchen.  It sat at the edge of her brain as she ate her bowl of muesli.  It edged and pricked at her subconscious thoughts while she brushed her teeth and put her clothes on.  

She brushed her hair and applied her make-up.  The mirror reflected a thoughtful face, a slight frown creasing her forehead as she tried to recall the details of her dream.  It must be of importance to have left such a feeling of foreboding in her mind. 

She picked up her keys from the corner table in the hallway, shutting the front door firmly behind her she unlocked her car and reversed out of the driveway.  The commute to work was dreary, mind boringly numbing as she sat in the traffic jam waiting for the lights to turn green.  

She wouldn’t make it through in the next change; there were too many cars in front of her and that large articulated refrigerated lorry with the name of a famous supermarket splashed across its white sides, took up the room of three or four cars.  If it wasn't for him she would be past these crossroads and entering the bypass to the town.  

Her mind wandered, she recalled a smell from her night’s vision, chocolate dough with Smarties that was an aroma she hadn’t thought of it for quite a while.   Her grandmother always made this concoction when she used to visit as a child.  She would reward her with a slice for sitting nice and quietly, being polite, saying please and thank you and not fidgeting on her grandma’s nice sofa.
It was a long journey to her grandparents’ house.  They passed many road signs, she remembers counting them all down until they reached the magic number 79. Her parents would instruct her to close her eyes as they indicated to take the turning. 

Safely off the motorway they asked her to spell the words on the signpost.  It wasn't until she was a teenager and they made the last trip out there that she actually realised what the words meant.  The truth of the matter would have dire consequences her mother would always say.   

An angry hoot from the car behind made her realise she should move forward as the lights were now green. An apologetic hand wave to the sour looking man in the driver’s seat of the car behind got a wry smile from him.

Her green eyes held his in the rear view mirror, she could see truth in those eyes, perhaps she wouldn't mind some consequences to come later, maybe she would stop suddenly and he would nudge her bumper, they would get out and have a conversation, holding up the traffic even longer.  

She must ask her mum for her grandmother’s old recipe book, a few years down the line, she could see herself making that famous concoction for their own grandchildren.

Word count: 500

 

Tuesday, 14 October 2014

THE ADVENTURE

This week's blog hop prompts are two photographs:

A reminder of the rules:



1) Use the photo(s) and prompt to write a 500-word story; all elements of the prompt must be a feature in the brief story you create. We aren’t counting, but for the fairness of the readers please, no 1000+ word entries.

2) The Photo(s) must be visible in your blog post and where 1 photo/5 words is the theme, the 5 words MUST be clearly referenced in your story. Variations on a word are allowed within reason (for example: adding s, ed, ing to the word to be grammatically correct); but creating a new, unrelated, word is not. (To see an example of a “1 photo/5 word” story see Faith, Hope, Love, and Pink by one of our hosts, Debb Stanton.)

3) Photos are the property of the hostess for the week, unless otherwise mentioned. Please Do Not share photos and/or prompt words as your own.

4) In order to honour the community-purpose of the blog hop, we ask that you please reference the blog hop in your post so your blog audience and the blog hop community may all be connected.

5) Link your story via the hosts listed by the following Tuesday (direct link to story, not your whole blog, please). If you are unable or need help, contact your hop host: Leanne, Debb, Heather, or Tena. Here are your two photos for this week (remember your story must reference both photos; and, both photos must be shown in your blogpost)


The two photos:








THE ADVENTURE

The price label on the camouflage backpack was slightly above budget.  Caroline thought hard about it and decided that, yes, she would purchase it.  She had checked out the compartments and worked out where she could stash all her bits and pieces. 

Her brother laughed at her, accusing her of packing the kitchen sink but he really didn’t understand that women needed all sorts of things that men didn’t.   His answer was - there are shops where you are going; you don’t need to pack everything. 

At home Caroline unzipped each compartment, rolling her clothing and towels, filling each compartment. She was satisfied she hadn't forgotten anything and tested it on her back.  Doubling over with the weight she fell, laughing to herself, on to her bed. 

Rolling over she struggled out of it and pulled every item out of the backpack. Now it was time to get ruthless.  Half an hour later with a repacked bag she tried again.  Hooray, success.  It was comfortable on her back and she could walk easily, a few adjustments to the shoulder straps and she was ready. 

Caroline woke to a bright day with the sun dawning through her curtains; her tummy did little butterflies in anticipation of the great journey she was going on.  The smell of toast and bacon grilling drifted up from the kitchen downstairs.  Her mum was already up to make sure she would set off on a full stomach. 

Feeling replete, following a flurry of goodbyes and good wishes, Caroline stepped out of the front door and started to walk down the driveway.  Calling to her mum, dad and brother, acknowledging their good wishes she opened the car door, stowing her backpack on the back seat of the vehicle.  She was meeting her friend, Elsie, in half an hour and then they would start marching on their adventure. 

Two hours later, panting with exertion the girls stopped to gather their breath.  Caroline extricated her camera from its case that was hung around her neck, she needed access to it at all times so that she could take photographs as and when the desire took her. 

Elsie pointed and looked up the road.  The track disappeared round a bend at the top of the slight incline, the railings on one side keeping people safe from the steep slope and the bushes on the other side adding some interest to an otherwise dull and plain stretch of road.
Caroline adjusted the settings on her Samsung camera, with the power and wonder of new technology, she snapped a brilliant picture of the road ahead, ready to forward to Facebook and Twitter once they reached civilisation with free Wi-Fi.

Elsie and Caroline looked at the photograph on the screen and then at each other.  Both girls were thinking the same thoughts, the road looked rather lonely, eerie and desolate. They needed to hurry and scurry along it for a few more miles before they reached their destination and the safety of people. 

Word count: 500


 





Tuesday, 7 October 2014

THE ENSEMBLE

7 October  2014

THE RULES:
1) Use the photo(s) and prompt to write a 500-word story; all elements of the prompt must be a feature in the brief story you create.
2) When 1 photo/5 words is the theme, the 5 words MUST be clearly referenced in your story. Variations on a word are allowed within reason (for example: adding  ‘s,’  ‘ed,’  ‘ing’ to the word to be grammatically correct); but creating a new, unrelated, word is not.
3) We ask that you keep your story to approximately 500 words (give or take). We aren’t counting but, please, no 1000-word entries.
4) In order to honour the community-purpose of the blog hop, please Do Not share photos and/or prompt words as your own. We ask that you please include the photo(s) and reference the blog hop in your post so your blog audience and the blog hop community may all be connected. Photos are the property of the hostess for the week, unless otherwise mentioned. Thank you so much for understanding! Let us know if you have questions on this. :)
5) Link your story via the hosts listed by the following Tuesday (direct link to story, not your whole blog, please). If you are unable or need help, contact your hop host: Leanne, Debb, Heather, or Tena.
6) Have Fun! Take your writing seriously, but let those creative juices flow! Don’t fret/panic/pass out/hyperventilate/lose sleep/run in fear over the blog hop; instead let this be an exercise in letting the imagination run wild while staying within the discipline of flash-fiction—short and compelling!
THE PHOTO:

Mandatory words:
blister
grease
frock
pirate
bishop

HERE IS MY SHORT STORY:

ENSEMBLE

Lucy could feel the blister forming on the sole of her foot.   Looking in the medicine cabinet she found some ointment and applied the soothing grease to the affected part. She remembered the funfair setting up when she had been jogging around the park and thought she would take the kids to it at the weekend.  Her little boy would love the pirate show they were advertising. 

On the living room mantelpiece stood an invitation.  It had arrived in the post encased in an ivory coloured envelope, thick paper, embossed with monogrammed initials on the front and back flap. She had opened the tissue lined envelope and withdrawn a delicately perfumed, gilt edge card with beautiful calligraphy printed on the inside.

‘Mr. and Mrs. Bishop requested the pleasure, blah, blah, blah.’  It was to be the social event of the year according to her mother, her cousin and her uncle and aunt’s only daughter was getting married next month to a lovely chap.  She had certainly done well for herself. 

Lucy thought back to her own wedding day.  She had waited for Dan to notice her in school but it wasn’t until after they had left school and were both working before he became aware of her.  She smiled to herself; he was certainly worth waiting for. Now her cousin, Amy, was marrying Bill and they seemed to be the perfect match. 

She down at her looked at her legs.  There it was that bothersome ‘training tan’ - white ankles and feet where she wore her trainers and socks was going to a bit of a bother when she wore that frock to the wedding.  Spray tan to even up the tan from her legs so that she could wear her strappy sandals.  

The only thing left to get was her hat.  Dan didn't know why she needed a hat but she had explained to him that it would finish off her whole ensemble.  A hat, matching shoes and clutch in the palest apricot colour to go with her chiffon dress that would just float above her knees and swirl in such a lady-like fashion that she, herself, would feel like the belle of the ball. 

Dan was quite happy to wear his best office suit to the wedding and nothing she could say would persuade him to fork out any more money than necessary.  He was quite happy, once she’d explained about the effect her whole outfit would make, to spend whatever it took to make it come together.  Lucy would not take advantage of his generosity knowing that they had to keep an eye on their finances but she would scour the shops in the High Street all day to find exactly what she wanted. 

Spray tan had been applied, her legs looked lovely and her frock, hat, shoes, clutch and just a few pieces of subtle jewellery set off the ensemble. Dan looked at Lucy with love in his eyes as they made their way to the church. 

Word count: 502