The book shelf is very much like my own at home. Spotting the book on Florence & Tuscany reminded me of a conference in Nice…
Word Count 100
Between the Covers
I was in Nice for a conference. Giovanni had invited me to a small Italian restaurant and hearing him talk about Florence was wonderful. I felt I had already climbed the Campanile, crossed the Arno to the Priti Palace, strolled through the amazing Boboli Gardens. I knew I had to visit
Later, he invited me to his room for a nightcap, I have to admit I was tempted, but one thing would surely lead to another and I was due to fly home tomorrow.
Flying home, I read the Eyewitness Guide bought at the airport. It was safer between these covers…
I have been lucky enough to visit Florence two or three times, I fell in love with it the first time. This book has been invaluable.
The tour was sold out. Placing a brochure on every seat, Susan anticipated a very busy day.
A middle-aged couple queried everything about the legend and the castle. Later, visiting the cave below, while she warned everyone about the dangers of straying from the path, the man shouted from the far wall, ‘it says in your blurb that Merlin lived here, how could you know?’
‘Yes, how could you know?’ the woman sniggered. Susan pointed to an opening behind them, ‘you could find out in there.’
Afterwards, everyone complimented her on a great experience.
No-one mentioned the two empty seats.
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Thanks to our FBM Rochelle for supplying the photo for the prompt this week and for being there week after week ….it means a lot.
Thanks to Georgia Koch for the lovely photo for our prompt this week and to our intrepid Captain Rochelle for navigating our good ship Friday Fictioneers through all kinds of seas.
(I love this photograph and am so grateful to Rochelle for using it as the re-run this week and I have posted my original story. At present my ship is a bit wobbly, due in part to OH not being well, but we will be back on course very soon).
Copyright – Georgia Koch
Weathering Our Storm
Will you come with me, to Venice?’
An invitation to the place where we began would once have sent my heart soaring. Dare I allow it to do so again?
‘I’ll think about it, if that’s alright?’
Oh, the care we take with one another. I couldn’t ride out the maelstrom of his affair. I had to scream it out, to hit back verbally against the waves of pain and sadness that engulfed and threatened to overpower me.
But somehow the storm abated, he chose to stay. How ambitious we are, how determined to keep our precious ship afloat.
I’m grateful for a re-run this week. After years of searching we finally have a holiday home in France – more about that later. It has take up a lot of our time and I have missed chances to post anything as the internet connection at present is so slow, so very happy to offer up this post from 2012.
Thanks as ever to Rochelle who is busy being an author and getting the third book in her series ready for publication
This was my original post for this prompt back in 2012. Can’t quite believe it was so long ago but, as the saying goes ‘time flies when you’re having fun’ and Friday Fictioneers certainly provides that in spades! Delighted to hear that Sandra Crook a stalwart of FF, is one of ten people short-listed for the Magic Oxygen Literary Prize 2016 and that our FBM Rochelle is busy with her next book and interviews on radio etc., etc., don’t know where she gets her energy from, wish I could borrow some 🙂
Image courtesy of Sean Fallon
The boy stands anxiously in line
Money clutched tightly in his hand
As one by one a box is taken from the pile on the counter
And handed to a mother, sister, grandfather, brother, father
He has none of these.
Nearing the front, he leans forward and tries to see if there is one for him
Thanks to Sandra Crook for the photo prompt this week and belated congratulations on her well deserved competition win, a great story. Thanks as always to Rochelle who nevers wavers in support and encouragement.
‘What will you do Grace, have you decided?’
‘For goodness sake Lewis, she only buried Edward this morning, she has yet to come to terms with being alone.’
Grace smiled. She had been ‘alone’ in the sense that Sarah meant it, for years. The Turner twins, friends since childhood, took sibling rivalry to new heights. They wouldn’t understand what she was about to do; she decided against explanation.
Edward’s death was sudden, unexpected. The twins, like the rest of her circle who expected tears and sadness, were perplexed by Grace’s calm exterior. Meanwhile, her heart, sensing freedom, was soaring.
(For some reason I can’t add the little blue froggy link, to read more stories go to Rochelle’s blog and click on the link there)
Another wet week in Wales, no wonder it’s so green here…… Thanks as always to our fairy blogmother Rochelle and this week’s thanks for the photo prompt, go to the sometimes poetic always interesting CE Ayr
Copyright CE Ayr
Word Count: 100
Grace shielded her eyes against the glare. At the end of the track stood the white-washed farmhouse they’d been searching for. Forty years ago, for reasons that were inescapable, she had turned away from Jack and married Edward. She had kept their secret all this time, until Edward’s death set her free.
In the lavender fields of France, the powerful scent calmed her nerves. The long journey was almost over. Grace saw someone on a tractor in the distance and a moment of panic gripped her, she started to shake.
Amy gently took her hand,’go on gran, it will alright’
I smile, accepting their mild applause. I’ve been out of my comfort zone in front of this class of restless fifth form girls, delivering a talk entitled – ‘Succeeding as a Woman in Business.’ Questions follow. Though I am enthusiastic, questioning their reasoning, hoping to provoke engagement, the poverty of aspiration astounds me.
Struggling to understand their attitude, I walk towards my car. Tamara, the quiet girl who said she wants to be a hairdresser, stops me.
‘My family’s been out of work for years. How can I be any different?’
I tell her she has just taken the first step.
I attended a local school, at the invitation of the Head of Business Studies, to speak to fifth firm girls about my story, how I got to where I am. The girls’ lack of aspiration that day still concerns me.