The Anniversary

FF Image - Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

PHOTO CREDIT: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“Mister Sam!” yelped Rosalyn, rushing through the door.

“Rosie?” groaned Seamus, prone on the floor.

“You crash into the tree in your yard!”

“Did I?”

The clacking of designer high heels stopped beside him.

“Hey Bukowski, we had a date,” huffed Shelagh.

“The chandelier is extraordinary. I hadn’t noticed until just now,” Seamus remarked.

“Rosie, hose him down and torch the place,” Shelagh said, lighting a cigarette, stepping over Seamus.

It had been a year since Charlotte’s death from cancer. Shelagh hoped a housecleaning and brunch at the country club might lift her widower son’s spirits, but it seemed hopeless in the circumstances.

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This has been an installment of the Friday Fictioneers Challenge. If you would like to give the challenge a try, start at Rochelle’s Purple Blog and join the fun.

Here’s the concept: A weekly picture is posted, and the writer is challenged to produce one-hundred (more or less) words of some sort of fiction with a complete plot (beginning, middle and end).

Vanished Flowers, Faded Stars

PHOTO CREDIT - Raina Ng

PHOTO CREDIT – Raina Ng

“The peonies in the yard; they’re sublime,” she said. So we set our roots there on a whim. Our family blossomed, nourished by a mixture of love and hope.

The kids launched themselves down the balustrade and imagined space-walks to the kitchen; in the simple light fixtures astronauts loitered among ‘the brilliant stars.’

Time and complacency starved the delight that sustained our home. I agonize over how luminous cosmic lights simply fade; how a marriage flounders in the undergrowth of enmity.

“When did the peonies vanish?” I said.

“I don’t know.”

She closed the door as I left our house for the last time.

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This has been an installment of the Friday Fictioneers Challenge. If you would like to give the challenge a try, start at Rochelle’s Purple Blog and join the fun.

Here’s the concept: A weekly picture is posted, and the writer is challenged to produce one-hundred (more or less) words of some sort of fiction with a complete plot (beginning, middle and end).

Have fun and happy writing!

THE ADVENTURES OF THOMAS AND LINGUINE: EMPEROR CONCERTO AND THE CATS CURSE

PHOTO CREDIT - C. Hase

PHOTO CREDIT – C. Hase

(A continuation of last week’s Friday Fictioneers entry: The Adventures of Thomas and Linguine: The Battle Against the Forces of Negativity)

“Do you smell that?” Linguine winced.

Thomas took a sniff. “Festering onions, liver, and black tea,” he concluded.

“Old Curmudgeon has unleashed her Hectoring Halitosis in these parts.”

Wilted flowers and dazed hummingbirds stunned by wafts of smelly, incessant criticism, lined the shore.

“Why?” asked Thomas.

“She conspires with Andrew Lloyd Webber to rob your dreams of goodness and replace it with horrendous ‘Memories.’ We sail to Cheeseville at once!”

“Every sappy line of Cats drives me insane! I’ll turn into a Vegetable,” cried Thomas.

“Beauty and truth always win,” said Emperor Concerto, who would know.

The trio sailed off on a high note.

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Beethoven: Piano Concerto No.5 In E Flat Major Op.73 -“Emperor” – Krystian Zimerman on piano with Leonard Bernstein conducting the Wiener Philharmoniker

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This has been an installment of the Friday Fictioneers Challenge. If you would like to give the challenge a try, start at Rochelle’s Purple Blog and join the fun.

Here’s the concept: A weekly picture is posted, and the writer is challenged to produce one-hundred (more or less) words of some sort of fiction with a complete plot (beginning, middle and end).

Have fun and happy writing!