Jankers – Alastair’s Photo Fiction

August 13, 2013freyathewriter 8 Comments

Here is my offering for Alastair’s Photo Fiction this week, inspired by the photo below. Why not take part? And why not visit his photography and writing blog to take a look at his other photos…?

– Jankers –

All the boys had second jobs when they weren’t on a tour of duty, but no way could you be working in Civvy Street whilst in uniform. Paul pictured his bag of clothes making their merry way on the 6.41am to Swansea without him. What an idiot.

Money was scarce these days, but the sight of his ice cream cart persuaded even the tightest fist to loosen up for a 99-flake, especially at his local hospital’s fundraiser. He scanned the crowds for signs of military bearing amongst the happy family groups. No, he was safe.

Satisfied, he crouched down, rummaging in his cart for more napkins. A shadow grew tall on the grass next to him, ram-rod straight, stretching out forever. Sweat prickled between his shoulder blades. Damn – he couldn’t even look the soldier in the face. If it was his Warrant Officer, he was done for….

“Corporal Jones! What the hell d’you think you’re playing at?”

Paul’s head snapped up, recognising the voice as if it was his own.

“Dad! Thank God! I though I was done for!”

“Here’s a change of clothes, son. Now get a move on before you get caught for real.”

*****

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The Roads We Travel

August 11, 2013freyathewriter 4 Comments

The writer’s brain is full of twists and turns, cul de sacs and U-turns. There might be hills and valleys, cliff (hangers), detours, forks in the road and missing signposts. Frustration, emptiness, despair and angst are part and parcel of the journey we take.

Would we trade in the tears and tantrums for a less challenging way of life?

No.

Well, I wouldn’t, anyway.

Because the high, when it all comes together, is indescribable.

What do you think?

Perspective – Friday Fictioneers

August 8, 2013August 9, 2013freyathewriter 44 Comments

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!

– Perspective –

“Mr Riordan – may I call you Aaron?”

“No, you are a mere journalist. You may not.”

“Mister Riordan, your latest installation seems to be yet another spectacular failure!”

She readied herself for the right hook. He was unpredictable at the best of times.

Nothing happened.

“I’ve lost my edge,” he whispered. “I’m done in. I can’t do this any more…”

“No, no, no!”

“All I wanted was for one person to look at my Bloke In A Dress – instead, everyone turned away!”

“Mr Riordan – please. People here don’t like what’s different, they can’t cope with it. So they look away. It’s them, not you.”

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Jankers – Alastair’s Photo Fiction

Here is my offering for Alastair’s Photo Fiction this week, inspired by the photo below. Why not take part? And why not visit his photography and writing blog to take a look at his other photos…?

– Jankers –

All the boys had second jobs when they weren’t on a tour of duty, but no way could you be working in Civvy Street whilst in uniform. Paul pictured his bag of clothes making their merry way on the 6.41am to Swansea without him. What an idiot.

Money was scarce these days, but the sight of his ice cream cart persuaded even the tightest fist to loosen up for a 99-flake, especially at his local hospital’s fundraiser. He scanned the crowds for signs of military bearing amongst the happy family groups. No, he was safe.

“Corporal Jones! What the hell d’you think you’re playing at?”

Paul’s head snapped up, recognising the voice as if it was his own.

“Dad! Thank God! I though I was done for!”

“Here’s a change of clothes, son. Now get a move on before you get caught for real.”

The Roads We Travel

The writer’s brain is full of twists and turns, cul de sacs and U-turns. There might be hills and valleys, cliff (hangers), detours, forks in the road and missing signposts. Frustration, emptiness, despair and angst are part and parcel of the journey we take.

Would we trade in the tears and tantrums for a less challenging way of life?

No.

Well, I wouldn’t, anyway.

Because the high, when it all comes together, is indescribable.

What do you think?

Perspective – Friday Fictioneers

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!

– Perspective –

“Mr Riordan – may I call you Aaron?”

“No, you are a mere journalist. You may not.”

“Mister Riordan, your latest installation seems to be yet another spectacular failure!”

She readied herself for the right hook. He was unpredictable at the best of times.

Nothing happened.

“I’ve lost my edge,” he whispered. “I’m done in. I can’t do this any more…”

“No, no, no!”

“All I wanted was for one person to look at my Bloke In A Dress – instead, everyone turned away!”

“Mr Riordan – please. People here don’t like what’s different, they can’t cope with it. So they look away. It’s them, not you.”

Click the blue froggy to read other writers’ offerings – and enjoy!

Here is my offering for Alastair’s Photo Fiction this week, inspired by the photo below. Why not take part? And why not visit his photography and writing blog to take a look at his other photos…?

– Jankers –

All the boys had second jobs when they weren’t on a tour of duty, but no way could you be working in Civvy Street whilst in uniform. Paul pictured his bag of clothes making their merry way on the 6.41am to Swansea without him. What an idiot.

Money was scarce these days, but the sight of his ice cream cart persuaded even the tightest fist to loosen up for a 99-flake, especially at his local hospital’s fundraiser. He scanned the crowds for signs of military bearing amongst the happy family groups. No, he was safe.

“Corporal Jones! What the hell d’you think you’re playing at?”

Paul’s head snapped up, recognising the voice as if it was his own.

“Dad! Thank God! I though I was done for!”

“Here’s a change of clothes, son. Now get a move on before you get caught for real.”

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The writer’s brain is full of twists and turns, cul de sacs and U-turns. There might be hills and valleys, cliff (hangers), detours, forks in the road and missing signposts. Frustration, emptiness, despair and angst are part and parcel of the journey we take.

Would we trade in the tears and tantrums for a less challenging way of life?

No.

Well, I wouldn’t, anyway.

Because the high, when it all comes together, is indescribable.

What do you think?

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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!

– Perspective –

“Mr Riordan – may I call you Aaron?”

“No, you are a mere journalist. You may not.”

“Mister Riordan, your latest installation seems to be yet another spectacular failure!”

She readied herself for the right hook. He was unpredictable at the best of times.

Nothing happened.

“I’ve lost my edge,” he whispered. “I’m done in. I can’t do this any more…”

“No, no, no!”

“All I wanted was for one person to look at my Bloke In A Dress – instead, everyone turned away!”

“Mr Riordan – please. People here don’t like what’s different, they can’t cope with it. So they look away. It’s them, not you.”

Click the blue froggy to read other writers’ offerings – and enjoy!

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