Thoughts of Home


I sneaked off last week to Tenerife which was very relaxing, doing nothing was great for recharging my batteries.  I missed you all, and only managed to see a few stories, intermittent Wi-Fi is my excuse.  Thanks as always to Rochelle, a great wordsmith and leader and also to Marie Gail Stratford for her photo this week.

Copyright Marie Gail Stratford

Copyright Marie Gail Stratford

Genre: Fiction

Word Count: 100

Thoughts of Home

Bright lights lured her to the city.

Dreams of being feted as the next Supermodel filled every waking moment.

With other hopefuls, she pouted, strutted and posed on demand.

Her leather portfolio bought with birthday money, stuffed with photos so lovingly captured by Charlie, began to look scruffy as it was pawed over and scrutinised by agent after agent.

Two weeks without work, two weeks with little money left.

A photographer called her; she had something quite special.

Posing naked in a cellar, positioned like a piece of meat, she stared out through his bright lights and thought of home.

 

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Life Reflected


This Friday Fictioneering is an addictive thing, miss one week and I feel dreadful. I have been trying to organise my time so I can do more writing -no, I am serious – and so far it has worked. Both last week and this I have managed to post something BEFORE Friday, very happy about that.

For those who are not yet aware and wondering what on earth I am blabbering on about, Friday Fictioneers is hosted by the one and only Rochelle you can read the rules on her post, then join us in our addiction. The photograph this week comes courtesy of the lovely Janet Webb

Copyright Janet Webb

Copyright Janet Webb

Genre: Fiction

Word Count: 100

Life Reflected

The sky is a glorious palette of colour; the pale fluffy clouds, almost touching the treetops are tinged with a warm apricot blush. As the sun dips below the horizon, a deep orange glow spreads outwards, filling my room.

Birds are winging their way home, returning to safety in the thick branches of the tall oaks; their freedom strengthens my resolve.

My eyes focus on the reflection in the window and I smile. I’m not the frail old woman I see there, I am strong. I am ready now to find Jack and tell him why I couldn’t meet him.

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PS  Something seemed to go wrong with WP apologies if you just got the background picture when i hit publish the first time.  Hopefully sorted out now.

A Silent Star


Hello fellow Friday Fictioneers, hope you’ve all had a good week.  Mine has been hectic, got back from holiday last week (will post about it soon) to a pile of emails – do emails pile? Anyway, there were quite a lot of the little devils waiting for an answer…

Today, once again we bow to the summons from  Madame Rochelle – thankfully she is still in charge of the proceedings, and to the photographic skills this week of Kent Bonham.

100 words are what is required to enter the world of Friday Fictioneers, what are you waiting for? Join us, we are quite normal – most of the time…

Copyright Kent Bonham

Copyright Kent Bonham

Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100

A Silent Star

Nora wanders onto the dimly lit set.  Everything is different now.  She falters then sees the lights. Standing in the bright spotlight of her memory she laughs, remembering heady days of stardom, the fawning of countless suitors.

Eyes wide, she strikes a pose for imaginary cameras, blowing kisses to imaginary fans.

‘My darlings, I’ll come back to you soon,’ she shouts to the empty space as the light fades.

‘Nora, the visit is over, time to go. Come along quietly. Look, your fans are waiting.’

‘They still adore me.’

She darts away, her high-pitched laughter ringing through the building.

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A nod to ‘ Norma Desmond’ the ageing silent star, played superbly by Gloria Swanson in the film “Sunset Boulevard”

Thanks to Rochelle, the Norma Desmond send up, by the brilliant Carol Burnett

 

 

The Island


Hello from sunny Wales!  It’s been a long time since I could say that.  Seems the rains have eased, fingers crossed.

Another Wednesday, time for another Friday Fictioneers story.  Thanks as usual to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who is in sci-fi mode this week and also to Danny Bowman, for providing the photo prompt.

Copyright - Danny Bowman

Copyright – Danny Bowman

Genre: Fiction

Word Count: 100

The Island

The island has been in my family for generations.  It’s home to seabirds and seals, virtually uninhabited most of the year. The crossing can be quite dangerous; I was intrigued by his suggestion that we take the boat across.

‘You OK?’

‘Not really, be glad to land’

‘You didn’t ask why’

‘Thought you’d tell me once we got there’

‘You think you’re going to get there?’

‘What?’

‘Where did you put the papers from Islandhopper?’

‘That was years ago. I’m still not signing’

He made a grab for me as the boat rolled.

The ocean holds lots of secrets

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