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Drawers

25 Feb

Our assignment:

Your prompt: drawer

Today’s form: ode

 

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Inside my mind a chest of drawers

with treasures found within

like lady’s linen handkerchiefs

well-worn and dearly loved

the lingering scent of her perfume

her laugh like summer rain

the memory of her warm embrace

that brings my heart such pain

I keep her under lock and key

where she is safe from harm

and though our visit bittersweet

I’ll always love my Mom

Choose Your Own Adventure

23 Feb

Written for

Sunday Photo Fiction: February 22, 2015

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Photo Copyright – Joe Owens 2015

Choose Your Own Adventure

“Do you remember those books you were always reading when you were a lad?” Mama asked between fits of coughing that left her spent.

“Choose your own adventure” I reply, raising the head of her hospital bed just slightly to help her breathe more easily.

“Sometimes life’s like that” she whispers. The setting sun sends a cascade of pinks and oranges flooding through the window and I barely notice her doctor come in and inject the contents of a syringe into the I.V.

Mama raises my hand to her lips and gently passes away. The heaving of her chest has stopped and the furrows of pain across her brow disappear as though by magic.

I look up at the doctor as he walks silently toward the door and I suddenly understand. Choose Your Own Adventure .. if you wish to die with dignity turn to page nine.

“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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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

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…

 

Carpe Diem

5 Dec
 Haibun Thinking – December 2nd 2014

Film Quote

“Carpe diem. Seize the day boys, make your lives extraordinary”
~ Dead poets Society (Robin Williams)

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This has been an extraordinarily difficult year for my co-worker. While recovering from surgery and the aftermath of complications upon complications, she was hit with the sudden deaths of her only remaining family. Her mom and younger sister the victims of an intoxicated driver .

Putting all this drama aside, she returned to work despite management’s offer of personal time off. Every evening she has been here to greet clients with her lovely smile and “hello, how can I help you?” They, never suspecting the pain and heroic effort behind each word. Like Robin Williams her beautiful soul wept behind a mask.

Somehow her secret got out. We have no idea how ~ Santa perhaps? Late yesterday afternoon shortly after her shift began a beautiful poinsettia arrived at  her desk with an envelope. Inside the envelope was a voucher for a weekend at a local spa and a gift card . A folded paper  revealed the signatures of dozens of our regular clients.

We found her sobbing uncontrollably in the staff room. She kept repeating “I don’t deserve this”. She cannot be any further from the truth. Après la pluie le beau temps. She has been an example of professionalism above and beyond anything any of us are capable of. Carpe diem my friend, this day is yours.

from out of the dark

even the humblest  weeds

will have their day

 

 

Wishing For An Early Spring

16 Nov

Written for :

Sunday Photo Fiction – November 16th 2014

Weird shaped icicles

Harold slid Mam’s rocking chair closer to the window and into the patch of golden sunlight that crept across the polished wood floor. He sat down facing outdoors and watched with child-like excitement as the melting snow and ice formed stars along the gutter’s edge. He took a sip of his tea, closed his eyes and made a wish.

“Star light, star bright..” he chuckled out loud. Mam had taught him to wish upon stars but of course not many of his wishes had come true. No matter how hard or how loud he had made them, Mam would still beat him when the smell of whiskey was heavy on her breath. Now at the age of fifteen his life had finally changed for the better.

Pops had gone on a business trip and while he had been away Mam had deserted her son, leaving in the middle of the night with only her purse. The authorities had been called in but almost four months later she still had not been located.

Harold rose from his seat and made his way down to the basement. Behind a wood pile was a long-forgotten chest freezer. Harold cracked it open and stared in at his mother’s body frozen in the foetal position. “We’re in luck Mam” he whispered “ground should be soft enough for digging in less than a month..”

 

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20 Oct

Haibun Thinking – October 14th 2014

Grown up, and that is a terribly hard thing to do.
It is much easier to skip it
and go from one childhood to another.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald

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A young cavalier climbed upon the black stallion and as the carousel began to turn he reached out to grasp the brass ring. Decades passed in ups and downs, an eternal loop without beginning or end, but still his arm remained extended trying to snatch the prize.
As time wore on,  and out of frustration, he began lashing out  angrily at those who love him. He began to let his inability to succeed eat away at his health and his soul. The older he got the further away the ring became.
Sadly, as our rider and his steed head into the sunset years he is still unaware that he has held the prize in his hands since birth. The greatest gift of all, slips slowly through his fingers.
The gift of     family
seeking  his pleasure
in ownership and wealth
a man’s downfall