Wednesday, 22 November 2017

Cupboard Love - a 100 word story

Here's my story based on the photo prompt for Friday Fictioneers.



Cupboard Love


PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields



The waiter had a Gigolo smile and cheekbones so sharp they could slice bread. Rita checked her creased cleavage.
He returned with coffee.
"Thaaank you.” She jiggled her bosom.
The waiter tensed. Oh, she knew that look!
“Madam is welcome.”
His accent was delectable.
“Your English is good, but I could teach you more. I’m very experienced.” She glanced down suggestively, thus missing the horrified look that swept across the waiter’s face as he fled.
Rita smiled. With patience she'd reel this little fishy in.
And she had some tape left in her closet from the last one.  


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Wednesday, 15 November 2017

Smoke Screen - A story in 100 words

Here's my story based on the photo prompt for Friday Fictioneers.



SMOKE SCREEN


PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll
Sunlight reflected off dust motes as he picked his way along the ripped pavements, searching for clues.

Every night he stifled under the lazy scuff-scuff of a ceiling fan. In this country of gritty realism his own reality seemed nebulous.

Another day, another week. He trailed from embassy to police station. Empty promises. Empty platitudes. Yet, childlike, he grasped at their assurances.
Bewildered, he asked again and again: how can someone vanish so completely?

Ineffectual and trapped by grief, he remained in limbo, waiting for the city to lift its smoke screen and yield the secret of her disappearance.


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Thursday, 9 November 2017

Jimmy's World - A story in 100 words

Here's my story based on the photo prompt for Friday Fictioneers.

JIMMY'S WORLD


Jimmy blinked, yawned and sat up. Concealed within thick shrubbery, he rose and folded his blanket of newspaper before peering out. His sleeping place must remain secret. Jimmy sported scars to testify the dangers of sleeping in plain view. Unkindness and bounty went hand in hand in this city.

PHOTO PROMPT © Marie Gail Stratford 

Jimmy scuffed his way out of the undergrowth and took up his post opposite Bloomingdales. 

He had found the optimal distance. Close enough to attract the pity of punters and far enough not to attract the wrath of the management.

He adjusted his buttocks on the unyielding sidewalk and waited.







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Saturday, 4 November 2017

Touché - A story in 100 words

After a summer break from blogging, I thought I'd get back into the swing of things by joining the Friday Fictioneers, whose stories I've been enjoying for some time.



PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Ann Hall



Touché

  
Pamela disliked her mother's collections of china and pottery. Shelves groaning with Wade Whimsies were a particular bugbear.
'What do you see in these twee little animal figures?'
'Now, Pammy, look closely at their intricacies.'
Pamela remained unimpressed.
At least the Whimsies were small. The sheer vulgarity of the collection of jardinières appalled her.
'One day you'll love them,' said her mother.
'Never,' said Pamela.
On the day that Pamela picked up the jardinières, courtesy of her mother's will, she found a note inside each one which read: For my darling daughter to learn to love.
Pamela sighed. 'Touché, mother.'


Thursday, 1 June 2017

Taking a Break

My new business venture is currently taking up all my time and energy and I'm finding it impossible to find time to write posts for this blog.

I think the most sensible way to deal with this is to take a break from blogging for a while.

If you want to see my fledgling business venture - a link to my new website is here.

Happy blogging and see you in a few months.




Saturday, 13 May 2017

TORRES DEL PAINE - Patagonia, Chile - A Short Story

After a slight hiatus due to spending time developing my new website (not writing related) I am returning to my series of short stories inspired by my photos from my recent South American journey.


The puma sat up on the hillside secure in the belief that he was adequately camouflaged by the surrounding vegetation.







The hare wasn’t fooled but she knew if she sat motionless, the cat wouldn’t spot her.












What the hare didn’t know was that the puma had been scouting the area for likely looking prey and had spotted a small herd of Andean Deer.






Unfortunately for the puma, the deer were ranging over an exposed slope. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to creep close enough to strike and catch one.










He turned his attention towards the guanaco and spotted a baby in the middle of the herd.

Hmm. He would need to isolate the youngster if he was to have any hope of making a kill.














There! The calf was fast asleep. He had found the perfect candidate.












As an added bonus, the parent clearly wasn’t paying attention. 

Now if he could sneak in close enough…














Alas, a Southern Lapwing sounded the alarm. 

Alerted to danger, the guanaco herd loped away.










Frustrated, the puma started scanning the area again.





If he was lucky, he might find a nice, juicy hare for a little snack instead.






I hope you enjoyed my fourth story in my South America series. I'd love you to leave a comment.


Saturday, 22 April 2017

PUKON, CHILE - A Short Story

Continuing my theme of writing a story to go with photos from my recent South American trip. Here's the third one in the series. 



‘I’m fed up doing this, Maria. I don’t belong in this park selling these stupid things to the kids.’



‘Stop complaining, Diego, we’re making money.’
‘And the bird isn’t helping.’
‘What are you talking about? The parrot draws in the tourists.’
‘It’s always trying to bite us.’






‘Stop complaining, Diego,’ said Santiago. ‘Do you know how sore this harmonica makes my mouth after busking every day? And for what? Peanuts, that’s what.' 






Santiago wagged his finger at two other buskers who had just joined them in the park. 'Now take Alonso and Vicente. They’re the ones who make money busking along the roads where all the tourists sit outside to eat and drink.’
‘Not to mention the car drivers who pay them to get out of the way,’ said Diego with a laugh.



‘Oh, very funny! Do you have any idea how sore my legs get after dancing up and down the streets?’ said Alonso.
‘And do you have any idea how sore my back gets, carrying and banging that drum?’ said Vicente.




‘Stop complaining, the lot of you,’ said Maria. ‘Be happy that the tourists are here and you can make some money. That’s all that matters.’
 ‘No, Maria. We're earning a pittance. We need better ideas,’ said Diego. ‘So, ask yourself: why do the tourists come to Pukon?’
‘To see the volcano, of course.’



‘Nah,’ said Santiago. He played a little sea shanty on his harmonica. ‘They come for the lake.’
‘Exactly,’ said Diego. ‘We need to run boat tours on the lake.’



‘But the lake already has a big tourist boat,’ said Maria.
‘Yes, a stupid Duck Boat. I have a better idea: pirates!’
Maria rolled her eyes. ‘You’ve been watching that idiotic pirate movie again haven’t you?’
‘I’m going to use it as a theme for boat trips on the lake.’


‘But… the Duck Boat has already cornered the market.’
‘The Duck Boat is toast. I’m going to do up my uncle’s old boat and call it The Black Pearl.’ Diego turned to Santiago. ‘Are you in?’
For a reply Santiago played the opening bars from the movie.
Diego grinned. ‘Alonso? Vicente?’
Vicente joined in with Santiago on his drum and Alonso pretended to climb the rigging.
Maria shrugged. ‘Oh, why not? Let's do it,’ she said.
'Really?' said Diego. 
'Aye, aye, Captain,' she said, laughing.





Do let me know if you're enjoying this series of short stories and I'll see you again in a couple of weeks.