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Winter Blues

3 Mar

Written for

Sunday Photo Fiction: March 1, 2015

copyright - Joe Owens 2015

photo copyright – Joe Owens 2015

Winter Blues

Percy and his friends shudder visibly and try to turn their backs to the biting wind. On this seventeenth consecutive day of sub-zero weather, everyone’s nerves are frazzled. What possible reason could their leader have to call a meeting out here this morning? Has the cold affected his brain?

“Ahem”

Paulie clears his throat and the flock falls silent

“I imagine you are wondering why I have called you here today..”

The ensemble coos in response

“I have made an amazing discovery” he says proudly puffing out his chest. “I have found a way for us to escape winter. See that warehouse across the street? I have been spying on them . Everything they have shipped out this week is headed to Mexico. We are going to stow away in one of their crates.”

With tears of joy they all fly over and manage to squeeze into a large box of oranges. All that is, except Percy.

As everyone knows, there are leaders and there are followers and fortunately Percy was neither. He sat on top of the “share an idea” sign and watched as the truck carrying his mates left the garage and headed north for Canada.

 

Waving Farewell

15 Feb

Written for:

Sunday Photo Fiction – February 15th 2015

Waves engulfing a lighthouse

“A perfect storm” the newspapers all touted. “It will be the storm of the century” the grim-faced announcer told his captive audience.

On the mainland, buildings are boarded up and residents  evacuated to higher ground. The lessons learned from the great tsunami in 2011 have not been forgotten.

When the word came in that we were to leave our post at Lion’s Head lighthouse but that one of us would have to stay behind to monitor wind speeds and the incoming tides, my decision was made in an instant.

I gathered my four colleagues together and told them to get their gear together as quickly as possible and make their way to our home office which was several miles inland. No amount of arguing would get me to change my mind.

They all shook my hand and hugged me  before driving away, honking the horn as they turned the bend for what would possibly be a final goodbye. Their words echoing in my head as they disappeared over the horizon. “Hero” they said “Brave and selfless”.

If they only knew how far from the truth that they are.  I have no fear of the imminent killer waves, for I know that death will be much quicker and merciful than from  the cancer that is eating away at my brain one painful day at a time. I am a coward.

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“Statue” Of Limitations

8 Feb

written for:

Sunday Photo Fiction – February 8th 2015

Statue of Boudicca (Boadicea) in London, UK

“Happy Birthday lovey, ain’t she a beauty?” Martin says, pointing to the statue that has arrived in front of the house on a flat-bed truck.

“What in the love of Pete were you thinking? When I asked you for a statue for my garden I was talking about a small gnome or perhaps a wee frog..not THAT monstrosity. Take it back to where you got it.”

“But honey” he whined “I really like this one” he sticks out his bottom lip defiantly “we are keeping it and that’s all there is to it!”

“Don’t push your luck” she snapped back

Two weeks later the chariot and rider are lowered on to the freshly turned soil of Martin’s grave.

“Don’t you think it’s a little ostentatious?” queries the eldest son

“Not at all” replies the new widow “it’s just what he wanted.”

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The Waiting Game

1 Feb

Sunday Photo Fiction – February 1st 2015

Posed skeleton in a shed

Héctor Miedo chanced a glimpse out of the cabin window. ” I know he’s still out there, I can feel it in my bones” he says squinting his good eye to get a better look.

His mates sigh in unison. They have been hiding in this  god – forsaken cabin for centuries now. None of them bold enough to challenge their captain. He was once known to have cleaved a man to his brisket for simply implying that he could perhaps suffer from irrational fears, after all..what danger could the Michelin man actually pose?

“Perhaps” the captain says , his voice quavering, “we can wait a little longer to be sure..”

Just outside the window his nemesis waits patiently …

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Story Time

26 Jan

Written for:

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

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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.”

 

Honeymooners

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…

written for:

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..

Written for:

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. Then..as 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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Humbug..

22 Dec

Written for :

Sunday Photo Fiction – December 21st 2014

92 12 December 21st 2014

When I emigrated to Mars in the late fall of 2020 I  discovered my niche. With a large group of like-minded neighbors we founded our own community of Humbug. As the civic leader it was my responsibility to see to it that no Christmas paraphernalia found it’s way in.

Holliday greetings were seen on the same scale as a filthy cuss and subject to a public mouth washing beneath the bright lights of town square. Social media was forbidden to engage in the yearly spat that took place back on earth  between the season’s greetings and merry christmas factions.

With no  brightly lit trees, no tacky light shows to pollute the neighborhood, and no chunky men in ill fitting velour suits; life was good. Until..

The blaring of sirens woke me from my  strange dream. Trying to shake the vision of dancing lollipops from my brain I stumbled to the window and shoved my head out to try and see what the commotion was all about. As I looked toward the sky, a  sleigh pulled by reindeer passed before Phobos and Deimos. “That’s impossible” I muttered to myself. The rest, as they say, is history…

Cold Day In Hell

5 Dec

Written for Friday Fictioneers

5 December 2014

flowers with Ice-Janet Webb (2)

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright Janet Webb

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“It’ll be a cold day in hell before I let you leave.” Father’s slurred words interspersed with the snapping of his belt as he swung the buckle at mother’s face. Luckily, in his drunken state, his aim was not as good as usual.

We children crept off to bed, desperate to remain unnoticed until he passed out. Tomorrow would be tears, forgive me’s, kiss and make- up. We’d seen it a million times.

My sister woke me in the dark and I shivered despite the August moon.Wrapping myself in a blanket I looked out the window to see what had her so excited…