Friday Fictioneers: And Round We Go

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly flash fiction challenge, led by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Check out her blog for more details, or to join in. This week’s photo comes from Jennifer Pendergast. As always, I welcome honest, constructive feedback.

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© Jennifer Pendergast

 

And Around We Go

Joe and I never did anything in a straight line. From the day we met, we wore each other down, with our inability to do things traditionally. We were never on time for anything; never followed patterns our friends forged toward good careers and stability. Joe and I never minded the scramble that comes from free-falling.

It wasn’t a straight-line plan when we had baby Sam; we’d barely decided to live together! Timing isn’t our forté either, but he’s the best thing we’ve done.

Predictably, Joe didn’t use a straight line to seal the deal; a perfect gold ring did.

(Exactly 100 words)

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GIPYKAPOW!  I didn’t meet the 2016 goal for Likes on the Tales From the Motherland Facebook page; missed it by 14! So this year, I’m not setting a goal. I’m grateful for each Like I get. Have you stopped by to spread some fairy dust? Follow me on Twitter, LeBron James does (yes, for real)! Most importantly, if you like a post I’ve written, hit Like and leave a comment. Honest, constructive feedback is always appreciated. Click Follow; you’ll get each new post delivered by email,  no spam.

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Friday Fictioneer: The Temple Divine

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly 100-word flash fiction challenge, with a photo prompt. This week’s wondrous photo comes from Shaktiki Sharma. For more information on how to participate, or to read the other great stories in the collection, check out Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog Addicted to Purple. She herds cats every week, and makes it look easy. As always I welcome honest, constructive feedback. Please leave a comment.

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© Shaktiki Sharma

 

The Temple Divine

“Close your eyes baby, and just breathe. Clear your mind.”

Anya sat still, her mother’s hands firmly on her shoulders. She inhaled slowly, deeply, then exhaled, trying not to think about the others.

“Now remember this: there’s all kinds of beauty, and no one is perfect. God created the deep blue ocean for one person’s heart, and a simple desert rock for another’s.”

Breathe in; breathe out.

“Every pattern–– every shade of color out there, makes someone’s heart sing. You need to look in this mirror, and see that your ebony is no less perfect than the deepest emerald green.”

(Exactly 100 words)

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GIPYKAPOW!  I didn’t meet the 2016 goal for Likes on the Tales From the Motherland Facebook page; missed it by 14! So this year, I’m not setting a goal. I’m grateful for each Like I get. Have you stopped by to spread some fairy dust? Follow me on Twitter, LeBron James does (yes, for real)! Most importantly, if you like a post I’ve written, hit Like and leave a comment. Honest, constructive feedback is always appreciated. Click Follow; you’ll get each new post delivered by email,  no spam.

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I Flinch

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I’ve done a true disservice to this blog, to this topic, to readers, and to my own internal world, by avoiding writing about the realities of living with HD in our family. I…

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Friday Fictioneers: First Love

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly photo-prompted, 100 word writing challenge. Warning: it’s highly addictive, and involves very fine people. If you’re interested in joining, or would like to read more of the stories, check out Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog; she’s our talented ringmaster. As always, I welcome honest, constructive feedback; please leave a comment.

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© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

First Love 

“Rows and floes of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I’ve looked at clouds that way”

“There’s Micky Mouse, waving his big glove.” Allie pointed, “lower right.”

Jen squinted. “I don’t see it.”

“It’s fading already. I think rain’s coming; our picnic’s ruined.”

Allie felt tears sting her eyes, and wiped them, embarrassed.

Jen took her hand and kissed her palm.

“I see angels smiling through the dark clouds; their rays of light make everything seem possible. Nothing’s ruined when we’re together.”

Allie shyly moved closer, as they watched the sky change.

(Exactly 100 words)

The minute I saw this photo, one of my favorite songs came to mind. Take a moment to enjoy Joni Mitchell’s Both Sides Now

 

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KAPOW!  I didn’t meet the 2016 goal for Likes on the Tales From the Motherland Facebook page; missed it by 14! So this year, I’m not setting a goal. I’m grateful for each Like I get. Have you stopped by to spread some fairy dust? Follow me on Twitter, LeBron James does (yes, for real)! Most importantly, if you like a post I’ve written, hit Like and leave a comment. Honest, constructive feedback is always appreciated. Click Follow; you’ll get each new post delivered by email,  no spam.

©2017  All content and images on this site are copyrighted to Dawn Quyle Landau and Tales From the Motherland, unless specifically noted otherwise. If you want to share my work, I’m grateful, but please give proper credit and Link back to my work; plagiarism sucks!

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Friday Fictioneers: No Words

I was late last week with my “nasty” story, but appreciated the comments; thanks all y’all! That was one of my favorite photo prompts ever! Out of the park, Liz! Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Check out her blog for more details, or to join in.

Big changes at Huffington Post, and my piece about the March on Washington was not published until last week. Delayed, but still much my thoughts. Some great photos from DC! As always I appreciate honest, constructive feedback; please leave a comment.

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© Sarah Potter

 

No Words

Jordan stared out the open window, watching the snow fall. The house was silent, and the flakes landed with a soft whoosh, wrapping her in icy peace. She blew out softly and watched her breath disappear in a vaporous cloud.

When Doug told her he was leaving, she was silent.She remained mute as he left–– unable to plead, apologize or seek reconciliation.

There was no point; he’d left her long before he said the words. She smiled at the beauty that mocked her grief, and closed the window.

The house was silent, her heart as cold as the dark night.

(Exactly 100 words)

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GIPYKAPOW!  I didn’t meet the 2016 goal for Likes on the Tales From the Motherland Facebook page; missed it by 14! So this year, I’m not setting a goal. I’m grateful for each Like I get. Have you stopped by to spread some fairy dust? Follow me on Twitter, LeBron James does (yes, for real)! Most importantly, if you like a post I’ve written, hit Like and leave a comment. Honest, constructive feedback is always appreciated. Click Follow; you’ll get each new post delivered by email,  no spam.

©2017  All content and images on this site are copyrighted to Dawn Quyle Landau and Tales From the Motherland, unless specifically noted otherwise. If you want to share my work, I’m grateful, but please give proper credit and Link back to my work; plagiarism sucks!

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Friday Fictioneers: After Work

What a prompt! When I saw it on Wednesday, I knew just where I’d go. This photo from Liz Young really haunts! However, we were away for our 30th anniversary, and no wi-fi or electronics except in our room… we were too busy to sit around long enough for me to write and post. So, I’m sending this in late, and looking forward to seeing what others did with this one. As always, thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for running this weekly group of Kool Kats. Stop by her blog for more details. As always, I welcome honest, constructive feedback. Please leave a comment.

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© Liz Young

Lilly smiled as she handed the man his burger-deluxe. He winked and she blushed; Lilly wasn’t sure how to respond to older men. He gave her the creeps, but she smiled again, politely, and handed him his change.

Four hours later, Buck Johnson wiped his hands on a Burger House apron. As the sun sank, he kicked dirt over the petite brunette’s naked body, and zipped up his fly.

“Stupid bitch–– shouldn’t lead a man on.”

Lilly stared off into the pale sky, a frozen smile on her lips. She’d never known how to deal with older men.

(98 words)

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GIPYKAPOW!  I didn’t meet the 2016 goal for Likes on the Tales From the Motherland Facebook page; missed it by 14! So this year, I’m not setting a goal. I’m grateful for each Like I get. Have you stopped by to spread some fairy dust? Follow me on Twitter, LeBron James does (yes, for real)! Most importantly, if you like a post I’ve written, hit Like and leave a comment. Honest, constructive feedback is always appreciated. Click Follow; you’ll get each new post delivered by email,  no spam.

©2017  All content and images on this site are copyrighted to Dawn Quyle Landau and Tales From the Motherland, unless specifically noted otherwise. If you want to share my work, I’m grateful, but please give proper credit and Link back to my work; plagiarism sucks!

 

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Friday Fictioneers: What’s Left

(Aaaand, once again, I forgot to add my post to the link up!)

I missed a week, recovering from my trip to Israel and the March on Washington. Hard to wrap my brain around so many things right now…

Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for rallying whatever, whatever the mood or weather! Find details on her blog and join us! Thanks to Roger Bultot for the wonderful inspiration.  As always, I welcome honest, constructive feedback.

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© Roger Bultot

 

What’s Left

Your footsteps echo on the empty street. Even as I hide behind the curtain, the smell of you lingers in this room. I cry out, a silent scream–– please don’t go. But you disappear around the corner and emptiness fills the space.

How did we drift so far, that I didn’t see your empty smiles and vacant eyes?

The cat rubs her back along my leg, and a guttural sob erupts from my constricted chest. Stop! Don’t touch me.

The cold coffee shakes in my cup, and I pour it into the orchid you once nurtured–– both of us abandoned.

(100 words)

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GIPYKAPOW!  I didn’t meet the 2016 goal for Likes on the Tales From the Motherland Facebook page; missed it by 14! So this year, I’m not setting a goal. I’m grateful for each Like I get. Have you stopped by to spread some fairy dust? Follow me on Twitter, LeBron James does (yes, for real)! Most importantly, if you like a post I’ve written, hit Like and leave a comment. Honest, constructive feedback is always appreciated. Click Follow; you’ll get each new post delivered by email,  no spam.

©2017  All content and images on this site are copyrighted to Dawn Quyle Landau and Tales From the Motherland, unless specifically noted otherwise. If you want to share my work, I’m grateful, but please give proper credit and Link back to my work; plagiarism sucks!

 

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