My Love Of This Café- Friday Fictioneers 10/26

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

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A New Beginning-Friday Fictioneers 10/19

Friday fictioneers courtesy of Madison Woods is on again, and this week’s photo is provided by Ron Pruitt. I have come up with a poem of about 40 words, I can’t bring myself to think at all, because I am battling a yucky cold.  As always feel free to join in and participate. THANK YOU!

Image courtesy of Ron Pruitt

A new journey soon begins
The final destination albeit unknown
His past and hurts, he now leaves behind
Fuzzy sights set on a future so bright
He hopes to God
On this move he is right
As he quietly boards the Jefferson lines

The Passage- Friday Fictioneers 10/12

Friday Fictioneers courtesy of Madison Woods is up and running again this week, and the week’s photo is courtesy of Jan Morrill. I have come up with a short story of a little over 100 words. Please feel free to participate as always…thank you!

Image courtesy of Jan Morrill

The swift steps were getting closer as he continued to run. His heart racing with every quickened pace…he knew they would eventually catch up to him, but if he could make it to the passage…it just might be his escape route…or his dying…he refused to finish the thought.

He had only stolen the bread because his pregnant wife was hungry…he didn’t mean to hurt anyone. He was wrong for stealing, but to pursue him in such rage; with axes and all manner of weapons while screaming “thief! Thief! Burn him!” was barbaric…

Tripping on nothing in particular…he fell to knees, tears streaming down his horror stricken face as the rowdy mob cornered him in the passage…

*Dedicated to the memory of #ALUU4

 

A Room For Mommy- Friday Fictioneers 10/05

It’s that time of the week again. Friday fictioneers by Madison Woods, and this week’s photo is courtesy of Raina Ng. I saw the prompt yesterday, and I thought oh wow! This is just lovely, and immediately wrote something…but then the dark side of creativity took over, and I don’t know that I can share that story.

Anyhow, my offering this week is a short story. Please feel free to comment, and offer constructive criticism. As always you are welcome to join and participate. Prompts like this help the creative juices flow. THANK YOU!!!

Image courtesy of Raina Ng

Enid looked at the magazine one last time, as she kissed mommy’s forehead…“I promise to buy this for you” she whispered, “just get well soon, please!”

Mommy could barely move. Her body frail from sickness and penury was feeble, and debilitated. However she managed to mumble incoherently.

Two days later, in her sleep she passed away in Enid’s tired arms.

That was 15 years ago.

Now, a successful surgeon, and cancer advocate, Enid looked at this room dedicated to mommy’s memory in her sprawling suburban home.

She was a long way from her lowly background. If only Mommy was here to see it all…the success…the room just like in that magazine…just as she had promised…

A cold breeze blew gently warming Enid’s heart. She smiled softly…

Enid could feel mommy’s presence!

Memories- Friday Fictioneers 9/28

It’s that time of the week again, Friday Fictioneers par Madison Woods, and this week’s photo is courtesy of Sandra Crook. I came up with a poem of about  100 words, or so. Please feel free to comment and constructive criticisms are welcome. If you like you can also participate. Thank you always!

Image courtesy of Sandra Crook

Among the rubbles and
Heavy rocks
Whispering ever green leaves
And heavy bark trees
We walked

Woods logged on aged bricks
Ancient scribbles on the giant walls
Hand in hand we stood

Silent and pensive
Giddy and excited
Love and joy in our growing hearts

Years it seemed now
But somehow we managed
Through thick and thin
To remain steadfast
Like these rocks

Painful times
Now a thing of the past
Our tried and true love still guides
My heart

It lights my softly dimming paths
Ordering my frail steps
And comforts my weary soul
On this lone journey
Revisiting our fortress of love

Memories of you cheering (leading) me on…

I Am Spiderman- Friday Fictioneers 9/14

Another round of Friday fictioneers is up and running, thanks to Madison Woods, and this week’s photo is courtesy of the talented Rochelle. I have two offerings as usual, ( a short story and a poem)…please indulge me. This avenue along with your comments and constructive criticisms help me to refine my writing skills.

Please feel free to participate, and comments and constructive criticisms are welcome. THANK YOU ALWAYS!

Image courtesy of Rochelle Wishoff- Fields

SPIDERMAN 100/100

“See mommy, I got a spider web picture” Andrew said; excitement in his fatigued voice as Mommy kissed his warm head.

“I told you I was Spiderman” he continued; Nurse Jenny thinks so too”

“Yes you are darling, and if you continue to be strong then maybe you can be Spiderman again for your birthday, and ride on spider trails at the park…” mommny’s voice shook silently.

“Don’t cry mommy” 6 year old Andrew tried to console his mom…he had been battling leukemia all his life…doctors were losing hope…Andrew continued to fight…

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“Mommy!” ” This is the best birthday ever…I AM SPIDERMAN!!!”

A TANGLED MIND (NEVER SEEING, NEVER SEEN) 88/100

Dirt and cobwebs
Fill the corners of his mind

Dark and shallow in thoughts
He moves about like a ghost

His mind a labyrinth
Intricately perplexed
Never seeing
Never seen

He is but a shadow of himself
A phantom at best

Call him crazed or deranged…

Time has taken a toll on his weary heart
Now dusty heavy and dirty
His mind is tangled through and through

Waiting for nothing in particular
He drifts through life
A character of sorts

Until the curtain drops
His mind stops…

He snaps or
He dies…

The Perfect Location-Friday Fictioneers 9/7

Friday Fictioneers as brought to you by Madison Woods is up and running. This week’s photo is courtesy of Piya Singh (Bittercharm). Please feel free to stop by and participate.

I have 2 offerings this week…a short story and a poem…both at about 100 words each. Constructive criticisms and comments are welcome. Thank you!

I wouldn’t be able to get to your posts today…it’s going to be super busy for me but I should be getting to them all by Friday afternoon or so…thank you for your patience.

Image courtesy of Piya Singh (Bittercharm)

THE PERFECT LOCATION- A SHORT STORY

“The location is perfect” Kelly said out loud.

As a movie production assistant, it was her job to scout locations. This particular one had a rustic magical feel to it…just what the director had in mind. Derek, her boyfriend of 7 years had told her about the place.

Kelly walked towards the cottage…strange sounds all about… somewhat scared she looked around as she tried to open the creaky door…her heart jumped as the wheel outside started to turn slowly…

Quickly she stepped into the cottage  trembling…Kelly could not believe her eyes as she entered the room…thousands of red roses, her favorite, everywhere…

Derek in the middle…down on one knee with a diamond ring sparkling.

MAGIC LIVED HERE ONCE- A POEM

Magic lived here once
Memories of a life lived
In love peace and
Tranquil harmony

Trees echoing laughter
As boys ran down the creeks
While girls sat quietly sipping tea
With ragged eye red haired dolls

Mama cooking by the stove
Father plowing hard at work
As kitty purrs soft by grandma’s tired legs

Laughter was felt in these farmlands
Very many years ago
A family abiding peacefully
With itself

Till tragedy struck

The war reached these parts
Striping the tree
Lands and inhabitants bare
Leaving nothing but heavy stones
Mounted one upon another

A reminder of many things
Left unsaid…