31 Aug

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Sunday Photo Fiction: August 31st 2014

75 08 August 31st 2014


My mother is the Queen of useless gifts. Last Christmas she presented me with a pendulum which she insisted would look great on my office desk. I honestly think it was a sly attempt at mockery since she knows full well that I suffer from misophonia and that the clicking would drive me beyond rage. Nonetheless, like a good daughter I set the damned thing up and swore to everyone who entered the room that they would be put to death if they even so much as thought about getting those silver balls swinging.

Yesterday afternoon as I was deep in thought ( or possibly napping ) the tiny orbs began to vibrate then suddenly started moving on their own. I had just enough time to dive beneath the desk as drawers slid open and began emptying on the floor. Lamps, picture frames and ceiling tiles fell like rain all around me. What felt like an eternity only lasted a couple of minutes. Sweet! My first San Francisco earthquake.

…No Evil…

17 Aug

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Sunday Photo Fiction: August 17th 2014

73 08 August 17th 2014…No Evil…

He sits at the edge of the cliff and revisits his childhood, remembering his neighbors the meerkats. Thinking about how they would watch him from the shadows and whisper among themselves, never willing to get involved. “A man’s home is his castle. What goes on in their house is not our concern.”

They would raise the volume on their televisions to drown out the noises and avert their eyes from the bruises. “Poor children” they would say, but they never – ever reached out a helping hand.

He shakes his head, trying to erase the memories. Standing up he takes a deep breath and slowly approaches the edge of the escarpment and shoves the lifeless body of his father over the edge.


The Art Of Listening..

15 Aug

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Sunday Photo Fiction: August 10th 2014

72 08 August 10th 2014


“You could at least pretend to be happy.” he hissed under his breath. “You’re  just depressed because you want to be. All you have to do is try harder. Now cut it out dammit you’re spoiling the fun for everyone.

“It’s not that..” I try for the umpteenth time to explain “its the dream I had. Please can we go now?”

“NO” he says with pouty lips “we stay”

I try not to look at the gathering storm clouds as the planes give a final salute, wing tip to wing tip the jets pass over our heads.The thunder  is barely audible with the roar of their engines. The jets disappear over the horizon just as the first large drops of rain begin to fall. My boyfriend and his buddies  run for cover as I stand there frozen with fear.

I ask myself for the last time, why wouldn’t he listen when I tried to tell him about my nightmare? A deafening crack splits the air as a bolt of lightning sends his body catapulting end to end like a rag doll, just as my dream predicted.


14 Aug

Written for Friday Fictioneers

15 August 2014

Hosted on  August 13, 2014 by rochellewisoff

PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright - Jan Wayne Fields
PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright – Jan Wayne Fields

Above my antique writing desk is a watercolor painting that came to me by way of my Grandfather . The glass is cracked in one corner the result of falling to the floor the day my Aunt left his house forever, slamming the door behind her.

“Women have no business attending medical school” he had yelled at the closed door “next damn thing you’ll be wanting to vote.”

I keep a picture of Granddad propped  on the desk as a daily reminder of how one man’s narrowmindedness inspired someone to follow her dream. I pick up my pen and follow mine..

Willie Alaire

7 Aug

written for Friday Fictioneers

8 August 2014

Björn 6

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright-Björn Rudberg


Willie Alaire

William Alaire is an artist. Unfortunately  for him, his best work is done when he is stark naked. Uninhibited by clothing and unspoken rules he makes magic with brush and oils.

His neighbors were always complaining about him. Put aside that they were all voyeurs,  Willie was the constant recipient of police visits and citations for indecent exposure.

When he found the house on Craig’s List he could hardly believe his luck, his nearest neighbor was almost twenty kilometers away! He finished unpacking and stripped down.

What he hadn’t planned for was the mosquitos the size of helicopters.

Cul – de – sac

3 Aug

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Sunday Photo Fiction: August 3rd 2014

71 08 August 03 2014I know what the neighbors think of me, that I am eccentric. They laugh at me and the painted stones in my garden. Yet they haven’t got a clue.

These are my private joke. One represents Marsha from across the street, always one eye peeking out from behind her brocade drapes. Nothing happens on this cul-de-sac without her seeing it. Then there is Martin my mailman with his ill-fitting dentures that clack together as he speaks. Topping off the trio is Shirley from next door who chases men with her tongue hanging out like a starving dog.

But this is just the tip of the iceberg. On my work table in the basement is an entire community of voodo dolls which look remarkably like their name sakes.

The squirrels and the birds keep me well informed of what the gossip mongers are saying behind my back. I am just biding my time but soon, very soon, I will host a campfire and everyone is invited.


30 Jul

Written for: Friday Fictioneers

1 August 2014

PHOTO PROMPT- Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

PHOTO PROMPT- Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields    

The past two weeks have been a whirlwind of emotion, first a wedding and then a funeral. Fifteen days after saying our vows we are finally arriving at our honeymoon destination. Through the small window I can see the beautiful Irish landscape as we make our approach into Cork, land of your Father and Grandfather. My heart skips a beat as we touch down.
I can hardly believe we have finally arrived. Stepping off the plane onto the tarmac I taste the early morning air then stand patiently to the side while they unload your coffin from the cargo hold.

..They Will Come

27 Jul

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Sunday Photo Fiction: July 27th 2014

70 07 July 27th 2014 Balderdash was in a crisis. Since the closing of the woolen mill a year ago,  half of the townsfolk had moved away to to the big city leaving the tiny town in financial ruin. A meeting was held in Our Lady Of Lost Causes Church as a last ditch attempt to save the community from bankruptcy. When widow Miller hobbled up to the altar the hundred or so people in attendance snickered behind her back. What does an old biddy know?  After clearing her throat and patiently waiting for the noise to die down she presented her proposal. When she was done everyone began to talk at once.

“Genius” said some

” Gobsmackingly awesome” said others

So thats how it happened, that by the light of the moon, the inhabitants of Balderdash constructed the ruins of an “ancestral palace“.

Before you could say “codswallop”,  tourists were pouring in by the bus load. The town flourished and widow Miller opened a kiosk where visitors could purchase the written history of the historically significant site which she herself had written.

Gratitude Challenge

26 Jul

July 21 – 26

I was given the challenge of putting into words, three things I am grateful for- on five consecutive days. This is my list:

Gratitude Challenge Day 1
1) I am eternally grateful to a custom’s officer who offered comfort, coffee, and most of all hope to a child who had given up.
2) I am grateful for all my wonderful teachers who encouraged me to put my thoughts into words. A special mention for Mrs. A .
3) I am grateful that McCoy finally got the hint and asked me out. There was no room left in my school locker for another cigarette..

Gratitude Challenge Day 2
1) I am grateful for every year I have spent married to my best friend and hope for many more ( is that being grateful and greedy? )
2) I am grateful to have known my great-grandmother. She was my lifejacket in stormy seas..AND she was “cool” !
3) I am grateful that my children know that I love them. I have never wanted them to doubt that..

Gratitude Challenge Day 3
1) I am grateful that my brother Mike is in my life. Don’t listen to what he tells you..he has worshipped me since day one
2) I am grateful for mamograms ~ seriously~ without which..who knows?
3) No offence to the “cat people” but I am grateful for my dog. I have never had anyone greet me after a mere one hour absence the way that Buddy does, He listens without judgement and forgives without rancor.He is also an awesome cuddler..

Gratitude Challenge Day 4
1) I am grateful for every sunrise. Every day is a gift ~ tomorrow is not a promise, it is a hope..
2) I am grateful for sisters-in law. My sisters from another Mother..each and every one beautiful on the inside and out
3) I ) am grateful for Grandchildren. They are my reward for growing old

First off, I want to thank Wesley for giving me this assignment. It has been an opportunity to reflect on the things in life that really count.

Gratitude Challenge Day 5
1) I am grateful for my circle of friends..some whom I have never met in person. Especially Cynthia who reached out to me when I needed it most.
2) I am grateful for Julie, Daniel and Melissa. The family would not be the same without you. My children have chosen wisely
3) I am grateful to all of you for allowing me into your lives. Namaste.

Blind Date

24 Jul

Written For: Friday Fictioneers

25 July 2014

Copyright - Marie Gail Stratford

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright – Marie Gail Stratford


My ( soon to be former ) friend has set me up on yet another blind date,  so hot on the heels of the man from plaid and a rhinestone cowboy comes this..

While he is busily assaulting my ears with irrefutable proof of his supreme intelligence I signal the waiter. “You’re one of those fork people” my date says rolling his eyes because he, of course, has mastered the chopsticks.

I simply smile and nod then spend my evening trying hard not to fixate on what is clearly 3/4 of his meal as it dries to  the front of his paisley shirt.


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