Category Friday Fictioneers

Forever Yours – Friday Fictioneers

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Here is this week’s entry into the weekly challenge brought to us by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Here are the rules: Use the photo as inspiration, write a hundred(ish) words – and share! Here goes my offering for this week – and I welcome your comments again!

Copyright - Douglas M. MacIlroy

Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy

– Forever Yours –

“It’s OK, sweethearts. I’m OK.”

I stood, an observer unobserved, watching the procession pass only an arm’s length away, unreachable now.

I reflected on the past weeks. The journeys to and from the hospital, the incessant beep-beep-beep of the monitors, the silent-footed nurses.

I smiled, remembering the whispered words of love, the touch of gentle hands on arms, the kisses on unresponsive cheeks, the vigils far into night after night after night.

All along, they loved me. Their love was returned, a thousand fold.

“I am not gone, I am always with you.”

Our bodies are but the temporary shell. Our spirits are what remain.

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Trick Cyclist – Friday Fictioneers

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Here is this week’s entry into the weekly challenge brought to us by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Here are the rules: Use the photo as inspiration, write a hundred(ish) words – and share! Here goes my offering for this week – and I welcome your comments again!

Copyright - anelephantcant

Copyright – anelephantcant

– Trick Cyclist –

When asked, Uncle Shadrach always told people, ‘Oh, I’m just a trick cyclist, nothing earth-shattering.’

My sister Sarah – 15 years my senior and supercilious with it – laughed herself hoarse when I asked how he managed to perform tricks on a bicycle when he was so old and stiff and a bit doddery on his legs.

‘Stupid! Trick cyclist is just slang for psychiatrist – don’t you know anything?’

I felt deflated, like a forgotten party balloon. But I was vindicated at Uncle Shadrach’s 90th birthday celebration, when he hopped up onto his unicycle and whizzed round the room.

One to me, Sarah…

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Genius – Friday Fictioneers

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Here is this week’s entry into the weekly challenge brought to us by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Here are the rules: Use the photo as inspiration, write a hundred(ish) words – and share! Here goes my offering for this week – and I welcome your comments again!

Copyright - Randy Mazie

Copyright – Randy Mazie

– Genius –

Gerald shook his head, then stared at his friend.

To his own satisfaction, Marty couldn’t hold his gaze. “I did what you said. Didn’t I?”

“Really? D’you really think I wanted this?”

“You said you wanted to feel horny again, if it was the last thing you did.”

Gerald sighed. Even as a genie, Marty was a sandwich short of a picnic.

“Idiot! I meant horny as in teenage hormones, you know?! For goodness sake…!”

Marty slumped onto his oversized lamp, rubbing it absentmindedly. “So you didn’t want to be goat in a graveyard then? You didn’t want this to be the last night of your life…?”

No, I didn’t. Now do something about it before I kill you instead…!”

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