Archive | May, 2014

Gate Keeper

31 May

Written for:

Light and Shade Challenge Friday 30th May 2014

Here is the quote:
Don’t ever take a fence down until you know the reason it was put up.

 G K Chesterton
I put up a fence
to impose my will
it holds in the things I love
and keeps them close
for those who dare to venture past
it is a symbol of my mistrust
a boundary between you
and what is mine
I don’t recall the exact reason
my purpose for erecting it
but I have become dependant
it’s my psychological buffer zone
from those who can harm me
my false sense of security
perhaps it is the other way around
it is there to protect you from me
I wish I could remember
but for now the gate stays locked

Graduation Gift

29 May

Written for Friday Fictioneers:

30 May 2014

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright -Jennifer Pendergast

Copyright –Jennifer Pendergast


The graduation ceremony ended, Kareem stands before his parents, a look of shock upon his face.

“You can’t possibly expect me to agree to this” he says incredulous.

“Son, that is our wish and you will honour it. We have given you a good education and you will enter the family business well- placed for your future. Your wife has been chosen and arrives tomorrow. This is not negotiable.”

Kareem looks around at his fellow graduates who are laughing and smiling and all he wants to do is cry. How can they do this to him? It is so damn unfair. This is Canada for God’s sake.


Getting The Boot

26 May

Written for:

Light and Shade Challenge Monday 26th May 2014

Image courtesy of wax115 on


As I walked in the door I could hear the voices of my roommate and her boyfriend coming from the kitchen. Arguing again.
If you want us to stay together you’ll do this for me
I told you, I can’t, I still owe my parents for the last time
I mean it, do it or else. You know you’re not much to look at. If I date you it is out of pity. Look at you..who else would want you ? You owe me this.
I’m sorry, but I just can’t help you this time
I cringe as the sound of a hard slap and then punching comes from the other room. I try to move away unseen but I am too late. Paul enters the hallway and heads for the door. As he bends down to retrieve his boots I can clearly see the hand mark on his cheek and what looks like the beginning of a black eye. He tries his best to hide his tears as he walks out in his bare feet.
Embarrassed I look away. Why does he let her do that to him?

The Hanging

25 May
Written for :

Sunday Photo Fiction: May 25th 2014

61 05 May 25th 2014

I sat quietly on the peak of the jailhouse roof and waited patiently for him to appear. This moment had been five years in the making and I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.

Hector scraped his plate with the plastic fork to get the last morsel of the steak and eggs he had ordered for his last meal. He had taken his time eating but he knew he could not hold them off forever. His hanging was inevitable.

The priest had come and gone away empty-handed. There would be no confession. They may have convicted him of the crime but he fully intended to take his secret to the grave.

Finally in the brightness of the noonday sun the prisoner appeared on the gallows. A hood was placed over his head and the noose was tightened. It was over in seconds.

I looked down to where my parents sat holding hands and crying. Their child’s murderer had finally paid with his life but my bones will never be found.




After The Storm

23 May

Written for :

Light and Shade Challenge Friday 23rd May 2014

photo credit: by sulaco229 at

Two girls stagger through the open door barely noticing the broken branches beneath their bare feel. They shiver in unison, soaked to the skin, their hair and nightgowns caked with mud. The youngest, wide-eyed and frightened, clings to her sister.

“It’s going to be o.k. Cathy” the eldest soothes ” Mama said if we ever got separated that we were to wait at this old chapel.”

The girls are startled as a man approaches from the ruins of the altar.

“Don’t be afraid” says the devil as he slyly tucks his tail behind him “I have been waiting for you..”

 100 wds.


21 May

Written for : Friday Fictioneers

23 May 2014

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright - Erin Leary

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright – Erin Leary

Watching the morning mist rise from the brook, I try desperately to swallow the lump in my throat that threatens to choke me. The aching in my chest so intense I think my heart will explode. I struggle to regain my composure. “He was just a dog” I tell myself angrily fighting back tears.

But he was so much more than that. My best friend and confidant. My motivation to get out of bed on days that I would have spent beneath the covers feeling sorry for myself.

My eyes shift to the mound of freshly turned earth and I weep.

This story written in honor of our beautiful grand-dog who passed yesterday after a nine month battle with lymphoma. Rest in peace dear Oden. You will be missed.


Chef’s Special

20 May

Written for :

Sunday Photo Fiction: May 18th 2014

Not sure what this was. Possibly part of a mobile oil rig. You can see the full size of this in the photo below

Chef’s Special

Argon is living his fantasy 35 k.m. off the shores of Brazil. He is head chef on oil platform # 218 or “Sally” as she is fondly called by the roughly 200 men who presently call her home.

Argon is more than a cook, oh yes, so much more than that. He works tirelessly night and day seeing to it that these men are very well fed. Sometimes his job becomes almost unbearable as he struggles not to drool over them. He knows he must keep his hands off of them for the punishment for such foolishness would surely be death, but when no one is looking he allows himself to take in their beauty.

This assignment is nearing its end. The men have ingested growth hormones for weeks ( unbeknown to them ) and have fattened up nicely. They are almost ready for harvest. By weeks end the Mothership will arrive to pick up the cattle and then Argon and his friends shall dine like kings.


19 May

Light And Shade Challenge


Monday 19 May 2014

Here is the quote:

I stood on the bridge at midnight as the clocks were striking the hourLongfellow

I arrived at the bridge as the clock on the cathedral chimed midnight. I had walked for nearly an hour lost in my thoughts.

He had offered me a ride home from the restaurant after he had dropped his bomb on me. What did he think? That he’d take me back  to my place as though nothing had happened?

“I have decided to call off the wedding”  he said as though he were discussing a change in the weather. “I know this cancer thing is not your fault but I’m too young to have to deal with something like this.”

In that instant, I saw what family and friends had seen for months , an egotistical man-child incapable of putting someone else ahead of himself. I left without saying a single word.

With a sigh I looked down at his Grandmother’s beautiful emerald ring as it sparkled in the moonlight. I slid it off of my finger and dropped it over the parapet into the murky waters below.


Tan Renga Challenge # 35

17 May

Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge #35, Managua’s “let the ravens come”

  Credits: Raven
Here is the haiku by Managua which is our first stanza (5-7-5) of this Tan Renga.
let the ravens come
let them smile as they pick the flesh
from the battlefield

Managua of “Fresh From a Hermit’s Forest

tan renga:

let the ravens come
let them smile as they pick the flesh
from the battlefield
let life’s blood like river flow
as death rattles fall silent


Wooly Bully

15 May

Written for Friday Fictioneers

16 May 2014

This weeks photo prompt courtesy of Sandra Cook

Copyright-Sandra Crook

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright-Sandra Crook



Merino was a bully and I was often his object of attention. His daily routine of pushing me around did not go unnoticed by the other lambs. By the time we were fully grown he had claimed his place as head of the flock, followed mindlessly by everyone, more from fear of reprisal than his actual ability to lead. I did my best to blend into the background knowing one day it would bite them in the ass.
One summer morning Merino spotted a truck with its tailgate down. “Quick everyone, jump in. We’ll get a free ride!” he yelled. As always, the others obeyed, everyone that is but me.
“Guys” I warned “It’s a big mistake!” No one listened as the door closed behind them.