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My Cousin’s Wedding- Friday Fictioneers 1/4/13

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Happy New year!!! Friday fictioneers par Ms. Rochelle is on again, and this week’s picture is courtesy of Lora Mitchell. We have been told to specify what genre we write, but I am clueless in that regard, however if anyone has an idea what the genre is, please feel free to point it out.

This week I am offering a short fictional story, and a poem…comments, and constructive criticisms are sincerely appreciated. Please feel free to join in and participate. Thank you always, have a great year!!!

Image courtesy of Lora Mitchell

Image courtesy of Lora Mitchell

MY COUSIN’S WEDDING

My cousin’s wedding was an extravagant carnival. The only child of her wealthy parents, books of check were autographed  to celebrate her union to her fiancé of 6 weeks.

The reception was filled with foods from all over the world; champagne flowed free like the River Nile. The plutocrats and silk stockings  were in attendance. It was an event to behold…and after much eating and drinking, we were entertained by fire breathers and dancers who rolled and twisted to the music of Africa’s greatest voices…The long night ended with amazing fireworks…

Interestingly so did the marriage…

POEM- SPARKS FLY HIGH

Brilliant sparks fly high
In a brief moment of passion and intensity
Blue and pink hues of desire dancing across dark city skies
Love soundly reflected in two bright eyes wildly burning free

god- like beings colliding as night falls

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My Love Of This Café- Friday Fictioneers 10/26

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Friday fictioneers is up and running this week many thanks to our new host Rochelle, who has so kindly taken over from Madison Woods. Her photo this week sent my heart racing with smiles…I love cafés, and every little thing about them. So I tried to channel that into my fictional  story, and then added a poem as a bonus. As always comments and constructive crticisms are welcome, and please feel free to join in and participate. THANK YOU ALWAYS!

Image courtesy of Rochelle

Oh how I love nifty little cafés…the sights…the aromas…sizzling hot coffee…warm buttered croissants… delicately soft chocolate marble pound cakes…raspberry tarts…need I say more?

Every morning, I stop by just to take in the entirety of this particular café, soft music floating around in the air with the smells, the ever friendly servers, and then there’s one…one I really like…piercing brown eyes taking my brave soul captive…my intentions completely exposed…I can’t help myself around him…

More so, when he picks up his guitar and does an impromptu performance…my mind wanders straight into his arms, and all I can think of is him…sweetly serenading my lobes…as we sip coffee…legs wrapped around each other in suspension, after a long day of loving.

POEM- WHERE OUR SWEET LOVE WENT WRONG

Alone with my thoughts
I sit
Blindly staring out
This coffee house window

Painfully I wonder
Where our sugar and spice
Sweetly made crepess with sprinkles
On top love and contagious desire
Went wrong

This coffee house serves as
The only reminder of what once was
Quiet and lonely views
From (y)our favorite booth
Now responding to me in whispered echoes

Tears falling down the window
Of my broken soul