Friday Fictioneers – One Two Three Four Legged Friend

Copyright -Douglas M. MacIlroy

Copyright -Douglas M. MacIlroy

One Two Three Four Legged Friend

I unsaddled Mystic and felt around in my bag for an apple. One left, it was a little brown and bruised from the ride but otherwise perfect. I rubbed it on my thigh and fed it to Mystic. The sun was heating up, telling me to head back to the air conditioned truck waiting to take me home without my horse. I looked around the large paddock. It was more than I could ever offer. She would be happy here.

“We’ve had some good times, haven’t we?”

Mystic tossed her head with a snort.

“Yeah, I know, I’ll miss you too”

I found this one hard as there are so many lovely stories this week, I have found it hard to follow. In fact I was tempted not to post up as was struggling to put something together. Head over to Rochelle’s place if you want to have a go at Friday Fictioneers. Pop over to Doug’s to get the moving story behind the picture.

Friday Fictioneers – The Lighthouse

The Lighthouse

Sam rubbed his tired eyes and focussed on the blinking light. All was calm but winds from the dark ocean were starting to gain strength and rumbles from the sky spoke of a storm. He looked down at the net lying on deck and his heavy heart sank. Three days and only a few fish to show for it.  His skin was grainy from the salty air. He craved a shower and a cold beer. The beacon was getting brighter as the winds pushed his drifting boat towards the land.  Sam submitted to defeat and allowed his mind to think of Amy. She would be waiting and tonight, he could do with some comfort.

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Here is my Friday Fictioneers. This picture instantly reminded me of a lighthouse. I have never actually been inside one but the spiralling staircase made me think of that. So loosely based on that interpretation  I came up with my story. I have been working on my short stories and editing and not really blogged in a while or taken part in this weekly tradition. Better late than never.

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Friday Fictioneers – Nothing to Declare

Hands up, this isn’t my best. It was completed on my 30 minute lunch break. I was partly reminiscing about school, my partner in crime during the school days (who played the cello) and one of my favourite Bond moments. So I apologise to those who don’t get the vague reference, I hope you enjoy it anyway.

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2 Double bass in a locker

Copyright Roger Cohen

Nothing to Declare

“Which one?”

“The lighter one”

“Do you think they would notice it missing?”

“Nah, not if we’re quick”

Beth stood on the tips of her toes and peered out of the tiny window. “Snow is looking pretty thick at the moment, perfect conditions”

“You keep a watch whilst I get the case”

Jess dashed into the adjoining cupboard and fought through the various instruments to drag out the cello case. It was nearly the size of her.

“Psst” she heard from Beth “Mrs Newel is coming, get out of there”

Hearing her teacher’s heels walk down the hallway, Jess quickly put the case back and joined Beth back by the cellos.

“We’ll try again tomorrow” whispered Beth “I bet Bond never had this much trouble”

Friday Fictioneers – Bottled Explosions

Over a month since I have been on here and even longer since I have taken part in Friday Fictioneers. Well, it’s a new year and that means renewed goals and resolutions. Writing is at the top of my list once again and there is no better place to start than this weekly challenge.

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Bottled Explosions

Lora Mitchell

copyright Lora Mitchell

Jennifer stared down into the plastic champagne flute and observed its glistening base.

“It’s empty” she intended to say but instead it came out as “Itssssay eamptee”

“Too many bubbles” Her husband gently took the flute from her grasp and placed it on the grass where they sat.

“Mark, it’s not eavin mignight”

“I have some orange juice, you’ve guzzled all the champagne”

Mark wrapped his arms around his wife, quietly amused at her inebriation. Easing into his embrace, Jennifer watched the fireworks whistle and shriek before casting an explosion of pink and purple across the sky.

“Wow, soooo maynaay of them” Jennifer murmured, captured by the moment.

Mark desperately wanted to be part of his wife’s enhanced reality instead of watching a solitary Catherine wheel struggle to entertain the dwindling crowd.

“Next year, you’re driving”

Friday Fictioneers – Disorienteering

Here is my latest Friday Fictioneers installment thanks to Madison Woods and Jan Morrill for supplying the picture.

As usual I am not sure on what I’ve produced, but a little pressed on time roday and I know I won’t get to spend time perfecting it tomorrow. So here it is, in a raw state.

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Disorienteering

The man gave each of us a map and a deadline of two o’clock sharp.  It was now one fifteen. I had misplaced my team an hour before and was completely lost. The blue sky and heavy sun teased my useless sense of direction and cast shadows against the white city walls. I looked down at the map littered with lines, discovering little correlation between where I was standing and where I needed to be.

My mouth felt parched and my head throbbed. I popped the tiny foil circle on top the carton of cranberry juice and cursed as the red liquid shot out of the straw and on to my light yellow top. Using the map to blot away the stain, all hope of completing the mission was lost.  I screwed up the ruined piece of paper and shoved it into my bag. The work’s annual team building exercise, yet another resounding failure.

Friday Fictioneers – Shinto

Again, long periods of time posting on here. I have been working on getting a novella completed and it has taken up most of my time. This has been inspired my trip to Tokyo with my husband a few years ago and how amazed we were to find a shrine in the middle of the city.

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Shinto

The city was only one train stop away. Twenty minutes ago we were standing in the heart of Shibuya at the cross roads with a Starbucks in one hand and a camera in the other. Now as we walked through the park where men in suits napped in the sunshine, the city’s smokescreen slowly lifted. Birds chatted harmoniously as the wind pulled toward the shrine. Next to the entrance was a stone trough filled with clear water, bridged with six wooden ladles. As with tradition we rinsed our hands, took a bow before and a made a prayer to the gods.

#Friday Fictioneers – Mizu in the Sky

If you fancy giving this week’s Friday Fictioneers a go, make sure you visit Madison Wood’s blog for this weeks photo prompt.

Mizu came from the sky, released by the big black clouds haunting the mountain. Falling into the river she travelled through the thick forests and over the rocks covered in slippery algae. Fish loved her as she hid them from the air and they powered her with momentum. Pushing through the rivers Mizu had so much to see but sunlight always took her home too early. This time she was determined to be a part of the big drop. Racing down the river, she could hear deep rumbling as the current pulled her closer. Today the sun favored Mizu and finally she was granted the gift of the sea. The cycle had been fulfilled and a new adventure awaited her.