Friday Fictioneers – Portrait of an English Lady – March 20, 2015

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 Portrait of an English Lady

In the overgrown garden of the Ligurian villa, covered in moss and rotting leaves, lights and laughter once reigned. Now there was only silence.

I admired the old woman, she’d come from England in the late 40s to marry her Italian lover. She spoke the language beautifully and gave me hope that I too might speak it as well some day.

When I met her in 1970, she was a widow. Her children grown, she lived alone, rambling around the old villa, living with her memories. She seemed to be the living ghost of an English lady in willing exile.

© G.s.k. ‘15

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The Lotus Song

Waterlily

The white lotus lay on the stairs…wondering who’d left it Chan picked it up delicately, took it to his room, placed it in a bowl of water and began to meditate.

delicate is the lotus
born in calm still waters
opening its petals
towards the shining sun shine
its vibrant heart calls to me

illumination
perfection and purity
warms my inner self

A smile crept across his face as he remembered the pond near his childhood home when he was just a boy. He saw himself run carefree and heard the bees of summer…a gentle breeze caressed him.

A song ran through his mind and then a soft light and perfume seemed to fill his room, coming from the white lotus. He reached satori and was at peace.


Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge # 9

 

Three Word Wednesday – The Troll’s Complaint

The Trolls Complaint

The troll groaned to his friend:  “How absurd it is to live in a world of weak creatures…here I am, strong and handsome!  And there it is,  that slinky frail creature, that human what comes riding up to my cave, just as though it owns it!”

“And what did it do Bart, was it another of those sheep men?”

“Nah… not a sheep man, but I tell you what it did.  Shouts at me, brandishes a long bit o’ steel and thinks it can just do as it pleases!  Not happy yet, it squeals like a pig, just ’cause I tapped it over the head with my club and clawed its belly open.  I do so like quieter game!”

“Yeah, I knows what you’re meaning…I much prefer wolves myself.  These humans are so fatty and I’ve got to watch my diet.  But waste not want not, my mum used to say.  So let’s make the best of it!”

“Sure… you’re so right, so let’s dig in!”


 

 

Three Word Wednesday gives writers, poets and those who journal a mid-week jolt of creativity.
Each week, three words are selected; you create something with the words. Then come back and post a link to your contribution.
The idea is to create an online writers’ collective, where feedback is offered and received.
All rights to the contributions rest with the author.
This is a place to stretch your muse, test your dreams.
Get writing, you”

Absurd, adjective: (Of an idea or suggestion) wildly unreasonable, illogical, or inappropriate; (of a person or a person’s behavior or actions) foolish; unreasonable; (of an object or situation) arousing amusement or derision; ridiculous.

Groan, verb: Make a deep inarticulate sound in response to pain or despair; (of a thing) make a low creaking or moaning sound when pressure or weight is applied; noun: A deep, inarticulate sound made in pain or despair; a low creaking or moaning sound made by an object or device under pressure.

Weak, adjective: Lacking the power to perform physically demanding tasks; lacking physical strength and energy; lacking the force of character to hold to one’s own decisions, beliefs, or principles; irresolute; liable to break or give way under pressure; easily damaged; lacking intensity or brightness.

Six Word Saturday – March 1 2014

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAForbidden reflections in a dark night…

Walking in the night, I tried to get a photo of the church tower…but it didn’t work out so well..the sign on the fence said “forbidden”…

A little further down the road though…

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAHave a nice weekend!
Six Word Saturday at Show my Face

The compliment – Trifextra Week 103

“What a beautiful dress! You’re beautiful” Matthew said.

“I  wasn’t the other evening?  I just knew it!” Mary wailed.

“No, no,  you were beautiful!”

“Come on you just said I was awful!”

“No! That wasn’t what I meant.

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Trifecta says:
“On now to our quick and dirty Trifextra prompt. Plenty of times over the past two and a half years, we’ve given you the beginning of a story and asked for you to complete it. This time, we are giving you the end, and we are asking you to start it for us. We want 33 words in addition to and preceding the following:

That wasn’t what I meant.

So, to clarify, you write 33 words and then you tag on the five that we’ve given you. Our five come after your 33 for a grand total of 38.”  Pop over and read what other writer’s have done with the prompt…or maybe you’d like to participate, it’s fun!

The Interview: Moments…and discontent

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“They’re moments like these that separate the men from the boys,” Michael said.

“Yes, you’ve got one shot at a meaningful interpretation,” Martha continued,  “just one moment of vague recognition and then, everything is gone.”

The reporter turned off his recorder muttering:  “Nothing to look forward to…nothing upon which to reflect.”

They walked away, each upon a separate road. Vaguely dissatisfied.

Lillie McFerrin Writes
I came upon this prompt thanks to Writing to be Noticed…it’s an interesting exercise!

Trifextra: myopic dazzle basin

Trifextra: Week Ninety-Seven

La Gazza Ladra

Yes she’s myopic…
However, the dazzle of a basin of diamonds would attract her.  Even from hundreds of miles away.
Explains the diamond heist I read about yesterday.
Her name is Madge Magpie!

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Prompt: write 30 words around myopic, dazzle and basin.

Trifecta Weekend!

Trifextra Challenge: Maggie Stiefvater writes, “It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.”  Give us the next thirty-three words of this story, as you imagine it.  Take it wherever you like, but make it original and make it 33 words exactly.

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As John looked down at the cadaver Maggie Stiefvater’s words came to mind.

“Now why did I ever decide to read that today!” he sadly mumbled as his spirit slowly began to evaporate.