Sweets For My Sweet – Friday Fictioneers

November 13, 2013freyathewriter 29 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!

Copyright – Kent Bonham

– Sweets For My Sweet –

“Mother?”
“Yes, honey?”
“What are these things under the ramp?”
“Hold on a moment, sugar, let me just finish this. Here, you have one as well, they’re to die for.”
“Mmm, oh yes!”
“What did you want to know? Sorry, I got side-tracked. Here, have the last one.”
“I wanted to know about the jagged things under the ramp.”
“Oh, yes. I think they’re steps. Back in the Lean Times, people walked. Instead of zooming up the ramp in one of these babies, they had to use the steps, wasting all their energy. Strange, huh?”
“How primitive! Mother?”
“Yes, sweetie?”
“Can we buy another box of Snickers bars? I could do with a snack before lunch.”

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Click on the blue froggy below to read others’ offerings!

Happy Junk – Sunday Photo Fiction

November 10, 2013November 10, 2013freyathewriter 15 Comments

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…?

Copyright – Kattermonran

– 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.

Ready, Or Not – NaNo 3VisD 1

November 9, 2013November 9, 2013freyathewriter 4 Comments

Here’s my latest offering for Anonymous Legacy‘s photo-inspired prompt, VisDare. This week, and for the rest of NaNoWriMo, she’s ringing the changes, so the rules are a little different…

Use whichever photo you like for your VisDare.

OR

Use TWO of the photos of your choosing as a combined prompt.

OR

Use ALL THREE of the photos as a combined prompt.

Hmmm…. And we have 300 words to play with, rather than 150! Never one to avoid snatching at a laid down gauntlet, I’m going for all three photos!

(see Lillie McFerrin for image source references)

– Ready, Or Not –

The clearing had barely changed since last year and a momentary element of surprise rippled his skin. Logic reminded him that the chances of another lost soul landing here were non-existent. This place was his, and his alone.

This time, he had brought the tools of modern orienteering. A sat-phone, a GPS and solar-powered batteries all added weight to his backpack, providing a comfort to his anxious mind.

His luminous watch told him that the time was nearly here. Soon, they would appear. In the dark, he checked the settings of his camera, made sure it was ready to fire off shot after shot in rapid succession. All he needed to do was press the button.

He was ready.

***

“Hey! Brad! We’ve found it! The clearing is over there, look!”

“Hallelujah! Boy, I’m gonna give Donny a piece of my mind after this. This place is hotter than Hades!”

“D’you think he had an accident, or something?”

“If he hasn’t, I’ll make sure he has one after this –“

“Holy heck! Oh my, – oh God, Brad, no, quick!”

***

“Today, we remember the soul of Donald Aitken, an explorer and investigator of the Dark Times beyond our time and realm. He pushed the boundaries in an effort to reveal the secrets of this world, and beyond. Sadly, as we know, he chased hard and fast, and this time, met his end. Donald, we salute you.”