Last week was one of those weeks best forgotten. I did no writing but lots of driving and listening, to mainly boring people, talking about mainly boring topics. I missed my Friday Fictioneers fix, like lots of others I look forward to Wednesday when the email from Rochelle drops in my inbox and I wonder in what direction the photo prompt will take me. The photo this week is courtesy of Jennifer Pendergast -hmmm
Word Count: 100 words
The giant bee at the entrance attracted local newspaper headlines.
GIANT BEE LANDS IN HONEYPOT
HONEY, I GOT STUNG!
Alice ignored them and carried on with her work.
The giant bee was the idea of the PR-savvy graduate, foisted on her for the summer.
Alice ignored her too, and went to talk to her bees.
“She’s a problem, but we can’t have too many questions asked.”
“Just as you wish.”
That night as Alice drank the golden elixir, which she had done inside one shape or form for three hundred years, the hives were empty.
The swarm was forming.
PS – I needed an extra word, so I hope the hyphenated PR-savvy is allowed.
It’s Wednesday it must be time for Friday Fictioneers. The photo this week is courtesy of AnElephanCant – (an elephant obviously can) and we Fictioneers are following the yellow jersey of our tour leader Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Join us and meet new and interesting writers from all over the globe, we have fun but be warned, it is very addictive and your Wednesdays will never be the same again.
Word Count: 100
We rode side by side in silence lost in thought
Happy in companionable silence
Our love was new in that early carefree time
When you looked at me and saw perfection
And I looked at you in adoration
The years unfolded bringing joy and heartache
At times it seemed in equal measure
We rode out less as our children came
And interrupted our treasured togetherness
We argued and fought like any married couple
Until we found our new direction and grew close again
The same but stronger
Now too old to ride, our cycles gather dust and hold
This week’s photo prompt comes courtesy of Randy Maizie. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write 100 words on whatever the photo suggests to you. All submissions are scutinised by our leader Rochelle Wisoff-Fields aka Mrs Phelps and enjoyed by all the other Friday Fictioneers. Good luck!
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
After eight gruelling months, the Barossa reached Hobart.
Released from their shackles, the prisoners staggered on deck for the muster. Richard stood quietly. There was no escaping the unyielding heat of the southern sun. Briefly he envied those who had died in their chains.
The charge was murder; lacking evidence the gallows were exchanged for penal servitude. He was innocent; friends and family knew it and it pained him to accept that he would never see them again.
He laboured hard, eventually receiving his ticket. His homeland forbidden him, Richard settled in Van Diemen’s Land and died there aged 56.
This is based on the research I have been doing on my family tree. I have an ancestor who was transported to Van Diemen’s Land – present day Tasmania – accused of murdering a special constable who was trying to quieten a mob during a Chartist riot. Richard was found guilty, based on the evidence of someone who remembered ‘a tall lad in a brightly woven cap’. He escaped the gallows only to endure transportation for life. He was 21. Forbidden ever to return home, he made a life in Hobart.
For more information on Convicts in Australia
Photographers, artists, poets: show us OUTSIDE.
“If people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, I’ll bet they’d live a lot differently.”
Pack Horse Bridge – Wycoller
Road to Dubrovnik
Off to Whistler
- London – winter wonderland
Inspired by the Daily Prompt – Outside
On the merry-go-round of the Friday Fictioneers, we spin our stories, tell our tales; climb to the heights or sink to the depths of the human condition. The photo to challenge us this week, comes courtesy of David Stewart, you can climb his Green Walled Tower to read more from him, and you can read more from Rochelle, who leads the Fictioneers up and down and round and round each week.
Word Count: 100
A Story of Love
I believed your promises of love and forever
I left my friends and family behind
They didn’t see what I saw
Couldn’t bask in the glow of the love you gave me.
I walked beside you
Your confidence soared
Saw a different world
A world of opportunity
For an unencumbered man.
Heartbroken desolate abandoned
Unable to dull the pain
I returned to my safe haven
Loving arms held me tight
Unquestioning support and solace
Nurtured the Me you had destroyed
Watched the smile I’d lost return
Saw me climb back to my place in the sun.