Happy Junk – Sunday Photo Fiction

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

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– Happy Junk –

Hong Kong. The little ship in the window reminds him of Hong Kong. 

Stuart stands for a moment, resting his fingertips against the murky glass. His breath mists the window, obscuring the scale model from view.

The quiet lane disappears, and instead his senses are assaulted by the sounds and smells of a busy harbour, water barely visible as vessels jostle for position. He sees merchants hopping from deck to deck, sacks and parcels balanced on their shoulders. They are shouting, gesticulating, laughing, joking and bargaining. The clink of coins hitting boards and jingling in pockets is a musical box to his ears.

He smiles, and walks away, his day illuminated by joyful memories, all triggered by an insignificant junk shop ornament.

Sometimes, you just need to pay attention to experience happiness.

It’s often right in front of your eyes.

The Old Life – dVerse Open Link Week 113

Because I need to write these days in the same way that I need to breathe, because today has been different and because I like rules, but not too many, here’s my first (and not my last) entry into the dVerse Open Link. In honour of everyone who has lived a life.


The Old Life

Today, we reminisced about old times:
Remember when
I’d forgotten how
Can you really believe?

Today, we laughed about how they
looked down on us
sneered at our clothes
told us to behave.

And yet as we shared our memories
of a hotel with ideas above its station,
I held a picture in my mind’s eye 
of a carefree girl with curly brown hair.
Giggling, wearing a shapeless shirt
and those jeans with the broken zip.

And I wonder where she went.
And I wonder.
And I wonder.

The Small Things – 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!

– The Small Things –

“They are important to you?”

He was very young, barely a man.

I surmised that he had no recollection of what had gone before; few of us remained these days.

I scratched my neck, meditatively at first, then realised that I was worrying at another flea-bite. The damned things had returned.

“Well, yes. They remind me of a special person in my life.”

Fear ghosted his face, a fleeting spectre marring his innocence.

“One item reminds you of one person? You have lost that many?”

I nodded, silent.

His mask of youth slipped.

He knew. Somehow, he knew.


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