Release – VisDare 61

May 17, 2014freyathewriter 4 Comments

“Come with me now.”

I raised my head gingerly, recalling a night of chills, pain and fever-riddled dreams.

The girl smiled, joy flooding her eyes. “We make you better.”

I doubted it. Oh, the sickness would go – but I had been travelling for so long and still I woke each morning, desolate.

She shepherded me through tall grasses. I heard tinkling bells in the distance, laughter and chanting.

The entire community had gathered by the river, bearing lit paper lanterns. The tiny flames punctured the early morning mists like stars fallen to earth.

“Grandfather left our world last night for eternal happiness. Now we wish him safe travels. You must do the same. You must let your loved one go.”

I took the lantern, paused and then launched it into the air, watching until it disappeared.

Enveloped in the embrace of strangers, I had set myself free.

I’m back for another entry into Angela’s VisDare prompt, where the challenge is to respond, in 150 words or less, to the photo she puts up on her blog each week.The young lady is stunning, with such a winning smile, I just couldn’t resist!

I hope you enjoy it, please do take part. I’ll be linking up now and commenting on other contributions later!

Eyes Right – Friday Fictioneers

May 16, 2014May 16, 2014freyathewriter 28 Comments

Here is my latest 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!

I walk across London Bridge to work each morning, and some days, the bridge and all beyond is shrouded in fog or mist. It has crossed my mind that we are so trusting, to expect that the bridge, and everything on the other side, is indeed, still there….

Copyright – Sandra Crook

– Eyes Right –

They follow one another like lambs.

Fog. It had descended in the night hours when Death beckons. I had been awake in my glass-encased penthouse, Scotch swirling in lead crystal. It had struck me as vaguely curious, but then I turned my back, returned to my dealings, turned on by money.

There were no footsteps on London Bridge – which my subconscious expected. I returned to the window. The fog rose. London Bridge was gone, and all that remained of those sheep was their detritus bobbing on the Thames below.

It pays to have your wits about you in the City.

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Poles Apart – Friday Fictioneers

May 8, 2014May 11, 2014freyathewriter 35 Comments

Here is my latest 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!

This week, as we learned of the death of the celebrated UK planetary scientist, Professor Colin Pillinger CBE, I decided to write this little piece in his honour. This isn’t a serious piece, but he was in my thoughts as I wrote.

Copyright – BW Beacham

– Poles Apart –

“This river used to be tidal, decades ago. Then they found that other moon. That’s when all the trouble started.”

“Trouble?” I looked at the old man who had eased himself on to the bench next to me. He was surprisingly articulate and well-spoken, for someone who looked like a vagrant.

“Yes. They wouldn’t listen to me. I told them not to go meddling. But no, they knew best.”

“What happened?”

“They decided to harness it, bring it closer to Earth, which cancelled out the magnetic pull of the proper moon. So, no more tides. And they say my Beagle 2 Project was a failure!”

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