Thursday, 12 December 2019

WEP December 2019 - FOOTPRINTS - DL


It's time for our last challenge of 2019 - the subject as above is FOOTPRINTS

Here is my contribution: 


Sitting on the bench Albert watched the horizon.  His rheumy eyes sometimes found it difficult to focus further out or even in, these days.  The glasses helped; he was amazed that they turned dark at the least sign of bright sunshine.  The things they could do these days, he knew there was a name for it trans something – oh no, that was something else – yes, photogenic.  No, that wasn't right either.  Shaking his head, he relaxed his mind, maybe the word he was searching for would come to him in time.  Time was something he had a lot of these days, although maybe not as much as he wanted.

Sitting on the memorial bench dedicated in memory of his lovely wife, Eileen, his mind opened like a trailer for a film.  Snapshots of his life, their life together and now this third transition, his life on his own. 

Did he leave enough of a mark for generations to come to remember him?  He didn’t live through a war.   He didn’t invent a life-saving medical drug.  He didn’t make lots of money, although he earned a decent enough living throughout his life by working hard and diligently.  His family didn’t go without, they didn’t live in the lap of luxury but they were happy.  He didn’t write a book, direct a film or become a big film star.  He didn’t paint, sculpt or do anything artistic. 

What he did do was love his life, his family and help anybody whenever he could.  He was lucky to be surrounded by family when so many families became scattered, dysfunctional or just too busy.

The seagulls squawked their raucous calls, as he looked up at them whirling around in the blue sky above he gave thanks to – well he wasn’t sure who he could give thanks to or even if there was someone/something out there but that was another thought for another day and another time, probably with the help of a glass of whisky or two. He laughed quietly to himself, he did enjoy a tipple of an evening.

Oh yes, photochromatic, that’s what his spectacles had – they changed into sunglasses all by themselves.  Amazing.

He heard the clock tower strike eleven, she was late again but then when was she ever early?  That would be her legacy in life, always rushing but never on time rather like the White Rabbit in Alice in Wonderland – “I’m late, I’m late! For a very important date!”  She had a heart of gold but time-keeping wasn't in her make-up.

Albert looked out over his favourite scene.  There he was.  His precious godson or as he liked to think of him, his precious grandson.  Not by blood, not by birth but by bonding.   This little boy was the light of his life and he was so grateful Harry and Louise had come in to his life when they had.  They had enveloped him in their love, in their family and made his days not as lonely any more.

That was their legacy, their footprint in time.  They might not aspire or achieve great or notable things in the world but they would pass on their kindness, love, fortitude, morals and downright human decency.  Albert nodded to himself, you didn’t have to be famous, have your name known by all and sundry, so long as those people who were in your life let you love them and they loved you in return.

Harry was making his bid for freedom.  Look at him go.  Those sturdy little legs carrying him far away (always in sight of his mother though) – he was full of life and Albert hoped that would never fade.  

The sky met the sea, the sea met the shingle and Harry’s footprints left a faint mark which would be washed away by the later tide, borne who knows where, perhaps to lands far away, perhaps to the depths of the earth.  Albert waved at Louise who beamed back at him, beckoning him to join them on the beach for a cuppa.  She’d also have something delicious to treat him with, perhaps a chocolate muffin if he was lucky.  

Yes, he did feel lucky.  So lucky. He watched Harry gaze in wonder at the vista beyond his young eyes.  Albert gazed also in wonder at the scene as he slowly, stiffly, rose from the bench, blowing a kiss to his love as he moved forward with his life.



FOOTPRINTS


Generations come and go

Leaving footprints in the snow

In the sand

Through the land

Legacies that live on through others

The sisters and mothers

The fathers and brothers

Nephews and nieces

Cousins and sundries

Assorted, blended families

Lay behind love and loyalty

Hidden depths take pride of place

As people move in and out of the human race

Bigotry passes

No more classes

A Utopian dream

Perhaps never seen

Maybe won’t ever exist

Word count: 817

Friday, 29 November 2019

Cee's Black and White Photo Challenge: Doors and Drawers

Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Doors and Drawers



For more information on this challenge, please visit the Black & White Challenge page.

This week the topic is Doors and Drawers.

Here is my entry:






Wednesday, 13 November 2019

Cee's Fun Foto Challenge - Yellow



Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Yellow
Create a Cee’s Fun Photo Challenge (CFFC) Post
Joining in with this challenge – this week the subject is YELLOW.

Here is my entry for this week:
Wine bottle hat and scarf

Double yellow lines on road

Yellow statue under bridge

Yellow plane

If you would like to join in Cee’s challenge here is the link:
Please check out my Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge to check out more of what this challenge is about.




Thursday, 7 November 2019

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS - TIME


Joining in with Friday Fictioneers
Using the photo prompt create a story using 100 words.

Here is the link to read other stories or to join in.



The next photo is the PROMPT. Remember, all photos are property of the photographer, donated for use in Friday Fictioneers only. They shouldn’t be used for any other purpose without express permission. It is proper etiquette to give the contributor credit.


Photo prompt: Ronda Del Boccio


TIME

Anna never knew what to expect when she visited her Gran.  Doris had been living on her own for the last five years.  At first the family were quite worried how she would cope as Stan, her husband, had organised everything, from the money to the grocery shopping.

They stopped worrying after a year as Doris seemed to have a new lease of life.  Now, however, things were in the wrong place with no logic to them.   

It was time to have a family conference, maybe even look in to a residential home for her, if they could afford it. 

Thursday, 31 October 2019

Friday Fictioneers - Empty House



1 November 2019

Published October 30, 2019 by rochellewisoff

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS



PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria


The next photo is the PROMPT. Remember, all photos are property of the photographer, donated for use in Friday Fictioneers only. They shouldn’t be used for any other purpose without express permission. It is proper etiquette to give the contributor credit. 



PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria


Empty House

Toby came home to an empty house every day after school.  He was 12 years old and quite capable of looking after himself.  He saw the empty food containers, the clean glass and quickly scurried to the kitchen to prepare his lunch box for the next day.

He thought he would just have a rest before he prepared the evening meal when he saw his mum’s leather case on the table.  She was going to be so angry when she got home from her long commute.  He just had a peek at the paperwork.  Two words jumped out – Decree Nisi.

Word count: 100

Expectations - Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner



30 October 2019




The Six Easy Guidelines

1.        A photo prompt topic is to be used as your ‘muse’. They will arrive promptly at midnight each Wednesday morning.
2.        Include the photo prompt and its credits with your story on your blog.
3.        All stories are to be crafted and honed to under 200 words in length.
4.        Each flash fiction piece should have a clear beginning, middle, and end. No serial stories. It is harder to stay abreast of a serial story. (Please keep content PG-13.)

5.        Once you have your post complete, create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. If that is not an option for you, add your post’s link in the comments section.

If you want to join in here is the link:


This week’s photo prompt:

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Here is my story.

EXPECTATION

She heard the heavy iron key jangle on his belt.  Her stomach roiled with anxiety.  Would he be in a good mood when he entered the house?  Would he be angry at something that had happened on his journey home?

Alexander turned the key in the door, lifted the latch, plastering a smile on his face.  Even though he had had a bad day he wanted to be loving and kind to his wife.  It was too long since he’d actually appreciated all she did for him.

There she was, a vision in loveliness.  Her gossamer nightdress floated against her lithe body.  Her curls cascaded down her back, their black beauty shining against the lamplight. 

As she opened her mouth to greet him, he backed away. Her smell was overpowering, the cloying perfume making him gag.  Her bracelets tinkled as she raised her hand to caress his face, her smile was strained, she wasn’t sure of his reaction.
Alexander was not going to let Isabella down again.  He held his hand to his cheek, covering her slim fingers with his strong fingers. 

“Shush, shush, it will be alright.”

A single tear escaped down her cheek.

“I love you,” he said.  

Word count: 200

Saturday, 26 October 2019

TWILIGHT


Joining in with this weekend prompt from

https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2019/10/26/weekend-writing-prompt-129-twilight/?blogsub=confirming#blog_subscription-2


the challenge:

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  How you use the prompt is up to you.  Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like.  Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise.  If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments. Sammi’s comment section.



TWILIGHT

Walking in the gloaming, lights begin to twinkle as each household begins to close down for the night.  

Ethereal glows casting their shadows along the street, spotlighted in areas by the lamppost lights beginning to flicker into life. 

The evening contained a surreal aura.