Archive | January, 2015

Story Time

26 Jan

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Sunday Photo Fiction – January 25th 2015

A book shop that is no longer there

Feeling alone and sorry for herself on the eve of her eighty – first birthday, Lillian wandered aimlessly up and down streets where she normally never went. As she walked past a used book store the sight of a calico cat curled up in the window napping enticed her to go in.

It was not what she expected. No musty smells nor a speck of dust anywhere. Shelves of neatly displayed books were flanked by large wing back chairs and over-stuffed sofas, many of them occupied by patrons; their faces hidden behind their reading.

In a far corner a child waved to her . Somehow he seemed familiar so she approached him. As she got close to the boy her heart lurched in her chest. Standing before her was her brother Edward who had drowned when he was but a wee child. In his hands he held a dog-eared copy of The Velveteen Rabbit.

“Please Lilly, don’t be afraid” the boy begged, his eyes filling with tears “I have been waiting for you for such a long time. Won’t you please come and read to me?”

From behind their books her parents smiled..


The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams




18 Jan

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Sunday Photo Fiction – January 18th 2015

A pre-Victorian building that is now one of the major banks in the UK.


It is an unremarkable building, no different from the others around it, but since moving here three years ago it has intrigued me.

Pedestrians will cross the street to avoid passing before it but when I questioned my neighbors about this behavior they became close-mouthed and simply said that I should do the same. A couple of braver souls referred to it as a cult, once they got you in there would be no chance of escape.

Not being overly superstitious I refused to detour past. Walking along the property with abandon, I could hear a light tapping as I passed by. After about a week of this, I ventured a peek..most of the curtains were pulled back and the inhabitants stood smiling at me as they tapped pencils on the window panes. How Bizarre!

As the days turned into weeks I began to bravely wave my hand as I sauntered past and they, in turn, would return the greeting.

One rainy afternoon as I returned home from work I stopped dead in my tracks. An elephant (yes I said elephant) beckoned me from an upstairs window. Unable to resist, I boldly made my way up the walk and knocked on the door of Alaistair’s Home For Wayward Writers.

Meet The Parents

14 Jan

For: Friday Fictioneers

PHOTO PROMPT - Copyright - Jan Wayne Fields

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Jan Wayne Fields

Meet The Parents

“Are you sure the table settings are spotless? he asks, watching for his parent’s arrival.

“Absolutely”she replies from the bedroom “I washed and polished everything by hand.”

“Good! Make sure you put on the dress I chose for you and I want your hair done up in a bun; not hanging messy on your shoulders. Please go easy on the make-up and for heaven’s sake NO perfume, my parents are very particular about that.”

“Anything else your majesty?” she snaps

“No, nothing. You’ll look perfect, they are going to love you as much as I do.”



12 Jan

95 01 January 11th 2015

“I’m thinking this was not such a great idea” he says holding back her hair as she spews the contents of her stomach over the railing.

“I just need to get my sea legs” she replies weakly between wretches.

This was supposed to be their romantic honeymoon. A seven-day cruise on the most expensive ship that they could afford. “Maybe we should just forget it? What’s it going to be like when the ship finally sets sail?”

“I’ll be fine, honestly” she replies, her face turning greener, as  Titanic II slowly casts off…

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Sunday Photo Fiction – January 11th 2015

Beings Of Light

5 Jan

Before I begin I would like to wish you health and happiness in this new year.

I an so pleased with this week’s photo. It is no secret that I believe in angels-  both earthly and spiritually. I have two guardian angels to whom I am greatly appreciative..

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Sunday Photo Fiction – January 4th 2015

94 01 January 4th 2015His Mother was sick with the flu so Alain offered to go the airport in the storm to pick up his sister who was arriving for Thanksgiving. Mom had insisted that he take her car since it had four-wheel drive and he had asked his friend Martin to come along in case they got stuck and needed to push.

It was certainly a “Mom car”. Gas and wiper fluid both full.  the interior clean in spite of the foul weather they had had, and a large pewter angel clipped to the sun visor.

They set off early in heavy sleet which quickly turned to freezing rain. Alain drove slowly and carefully, there was no hurry, Chantal knew they were on their way and would be waiting for them.

Suddenly they saw the rear end of a jack-knifed truck looming toward them. With ice beneath their wheels they were unable to avoid colliding with the trailer as it slid in front of them, seemingly in slow-motion. if by a miracle, the truck driver managed to straighten out his rig and it barely grazed the car mirror on its way by.

The two young men were badly shaken. Alain pointed to the angel. “I guess she did her job” he laughed nervously. Martin reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a tiny pink angel and shows it to his friend. “Maman insisted that I take this with me..”

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