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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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Unreachable – 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 - David Stewart

Copyright – David Stewart

– Unreachable –

I can’t reach you any more. You’re distant, your eyes aren’t with me. You look the same, but you’re no longer you.

I think about when we were small, and the world seemed so big. Even though it was just our back yard, the brambles and creepers were our jungle, our wilderness, our desert, our uncharted territories. We were mercenaries, vagabonds and pirates. We climbed the mainsail to the crow’s nest, shouted out ‘Land Ahoy!’ and hoisted a Jolly Roger high, so achingly, heart-stoppingly high, from the old oak tree above our heads.

I can’t reach you now. You just see a ladder, where I still see adventure. You’ve let the world crush you.

You’re gone.

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Vitality – Alastair’s Photo Fiction

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

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– Vitality –

We all think we have time. The things that seem important, take precedence – the work commitments, the house, the car, the status, the stuff. In acquiring all these things, we forget to notice that time is passing. We look at ourselves in the mirror, see the clothes that don’t quite work, the mascara that clumps no matter what brand we buy, that piece of hair that just won’t sit right. We buy unctions and sprays and shave and wax and primp and preen – the outside becomes who we are.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Tock.

Enjoy the meaningful things. Family. Friends. Sunsets. Animals. Children. Talking until the moon is fat. Laughing. Crying. Loving. Drinking a good glass of wine. Doing something that scares you. Doing something you love. Dancing on the beach. Watching the fog roll over the moors. Listening to your favourite music until you can’t bear it any more.

Be vital.

Copyright Kattermonran

Copyright Kattermonran