Chimera 66 #4… UGLY FRUIT? NO, GUAVA!

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UGLY FRUIT? NO, GUAVA!

“No way am I trying that!”

“Come on Cheryl, its delicious. Don’t be such a baby.”

“I’m not a baby, Ethel, I just don’t like the looks of it.”

“But Guava’s rich in vitamin C and helps cure bad breath.”

“So, now you’re saying I have bad breath? That’s rich coming from you, Ethel.”

“No! I mean it’s good for you.”

“Never, it’s an ugly fruit.”

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(My apologies to my friend Suzanne for not writing something Ghoulistic in my first post at the GGP)

The Prompt for  Chimera 66 Micro-Fiction Challenge #4 is:

Guava

An edible pale orange tropical fruit with pink, juicy flesh and a strong, sweet aroma.

The Rules

  •    •   Challenge submissions must be fiction or poetry.
  •    •   Submissions must be exactly 66 words.
  •    •   Submissions must use the prompt as specified.
  •    •   Submissions are written for this challenge, and do not pre-date the kickoff post.
  •    •   One submission per spectre.
  •    •   Please put lengthy explanations at the end of your post, not at the beginning.
  •    •   Don’t forget to add the code for the challenge badge to your post.
  •    •   And don’t forget to have fun!
  • Here is where to find out about THE GRAMMAR GHOUL PRESS and read other stories… They are scary, not like mine.

Mondays Finish the Story…THE BOOK OF THE MONTH CLUB

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THE BOOK OF THE MONTH CLUB

‘Diamond Jack had his hideout next to the Rattle Snake River’.  Ethel, I’m not reading this trash?”

“It’s historical fiction, Cheryl. Set in the Old West.”

“Historical fiction, my ass! Look at the tv antenna on top of the house on the cover. How old is this West? Are they riding horses and robbing stagecoaches?”

“I haven’t gotten that far yet, they’re just hiding out.”

“Well, that’s what hideouts are for. When you signed us up for a book club, I thought we would be reading best sellers, not dime novels that cost $15. And you know I don’t like Westerns.”

“That’s not so, you like Clint Eastwood.”

“I love Clint Eastwood, but not because he was in Westerns.”

“Well you have to be in the book club.  Just pretend he’s Diamond Jack and read the damn book! There’s sex too, and don’t tell me you don’t like sex. You read Lady Chatterley’s Lover.”

“That was historical, Ethel, no television antennas!”

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Trying to make time to write some stories again and thought I’d try this group my friend E. A. Wicklund of Momus News writes with.

Here are the instructions… “Are you ready for Mondays Finish the Story challenge? This is a flash fiction challenge where we provide you with a new photo each week, and the first sentence of a story.Your challenge is to finish the story using 100-150 words, not including the sentence provided. Don’t forget to use the opening sentence…Diamond Jack had his hideout next to the Rattle Snake River”.  Get creative and have fun finishing the story!”

Look here for other stories for this week’s…  MONDAYS FINISH THE STORY

Photo by Barbara Beacham

Friday Fictioneers… OFF

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OFF… by guest author Mary Ellen Courtney

“Lady raised them,” said the Detective. “Then electrocuted them for their pelts.”

“Madonna still wears chinchilla,” said the Coroner. “They spared one lucky guy.”

A lone chinchilla sat in a cage with two rotting, wire-trailing buddies.

The lady on the garage floor was as dead as the rodents; a skinning knife stuck in her chest, a PETA calling card between her fingers.

“I’ll take the survivor home,” said the Coroner. “The kids want a pet.”

“Name it Lucky?” asked the Detective. “Madonna?”

“Off.”

The detective looked over the chinchilla operation, and handed her a cage.

“Grab some food,” he said.

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Rochelle Wiseoff-Fields chose one of my photos, the electric panel on my kiln, to be the prompt at Friday Fictioneers today.  The photo caught a friend’s attention and she said she’d like to write a story sometime, but didn’t blog.  Since I can’t rely entirely on my granddaughter Ula to write my blog for me (while I take time off on a project) I invited Mary Ellen to write a story for TedBook.  She did, and added a few photos of her own.  It took me a while to understand her story, but after some thinking I got it.  See if you get it.

Mary Ellen Courtney lives in Friday Harbor, Washington and writes novels.  She is currently working on the third book of a trilogy.  Wild Nights was the first, followed up by Spring Moon and both have won numerous awards.  She would be too modest to brag, but you all know me and I’m not… I have listed them below.

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Winner 2013 Indie Excellence Award ~ Silver Medal 2013 Global eBook Award ~ 2013 Finalist ForeWord Reviews
2014 Silver Medal Readers’ Favorite ~2014 B.R.A.G. Medallion

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2014 Finalist International Book Awards ~ 2014 Finalist USA Best Book Awards ~ 2015 B.R.A.G. Medallion

Friday Fictioneers… MUCKING OUT

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MUCKING OUT …A Drabble for FriFic

At a brownstone in Wicker Park, the new apartment manager goes to work…

“Where do we start?”

“What do you mean?”

“What do you mean, ‘What do I mean’, Ethel? You asked for help, this place is a disaster! Who the hell was this Doug guy, look at this junk!”

“He was a sweet guy, very poetic, and he loved the sea. Did I tell you he was a submarine commander once?”

“Didn’t look the sailor type to me, Ethel, more of a mountain climber, and definitely not a poet.”

“That’s why he moved to Hawaii, to live on a mountain. Pick something out, Cheryl.”

“He took all the good stuff, Ethel!!!”

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Friday Fictioneers’ Rochelle Wisoff-Fields has given us a photo by her BFF Douglas M. MacIlroy.  To see a story I wrote about meeting Doug ➸ ABOVE THE CLOUDS

To see other stories based on Doug’s photo ➸ 

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PAINTER OF DOGS BECOMES A DIFFERENT KIND OF STORY TELLER

The other day, I shared this ‘America’s Funniest Home Videos video of a guy playing with puppies, with a friend on facebook… she is not just any dog lover, but a world-renowned artist who specializes in paintings of dogs.  Other animals sometimes come out of her brush, but mostly… Dogs.  She is also President of the Animal Shelter on San Juan Island and an all around champion of animal rights.  Here she is in her studio holding my favorite Dog Painting, and you can view her work here… JAIME ELLSWORTH

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So, she makes this smart-aleck comment about the guy being her brother, and I like a dope say “Is it really your brother?”  I was astounded by her reply, and immediately thought… TedBook!

Jaime Ellsworth No…but we could be long-lost twins separated at birth by a baby snatching nurse who sold him off for money for cash to gamble away in Vegas. She drank too much and lost all the money, and then felt so guilty about her dirty deed that she became a hooker to try to buy the baby back. Sadly that was her downfall as she became addicted to heroin and spent every penny she had on drugs. My brothers faux parents could never figure out why he preferred the company of dogs so much because they were told his real parents were busy astronauts and never had any attachment to animals or children as they were always in space. As a child he was never allowed to have a pet and made up for it in his adulthood by stalking people at pet stores who bought puppy chow and followed them home, waited until they went to work and climbed in the puppies play yards to fill his heart with all the puppy love he was so denied as a child……….to be continued…. “

So what do you think?   Artist becomes Author?  I for one am looking forward to the ‘to be continued…’

To see a previous TedBook story about The Painter of Dogs,  and a show at Waterworks Gallery in Friday Harbor…

DOG SHOW… Sort of…

 

Friday Fictioneers… STOP THE MUSIC!!!

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STOP THE MUSIC!!!… A Drabble for FriFic

“Hi, Cheryl, it’s me.”

“I know it’s you before I pick up the phone, stop telling me every time.”

“Well get over here, the shit’s going to hit the fan!”

“What the hell are you talking about, Ethel?”

“The kids, the kids downstairs playing music! I’ve called the cops!”

“No. I thought they were pretty good.”

“Well, you don’t live above them and have to listen to it night and day. Besides, I seem to remember you were pretty pissed when we were watching Big Brother, and now you won’t come over for Survivor.”

“Oh Yeah!!! I’ll be right over.”

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A 100 Word Flash Fiction for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers, based on her photo.

To see more stories…

 

DIVING

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DIVING by Ula Grace

As we put on our bulky Scuba gear I smile in anticipation of the underwater trip we are about to take. I haven’t been diving in a couple of years so I’m a little nervous. But as soon as we get in the water that all goes away, and I immerse myself in the beauty and mystery of the ocean we are part, if only for a short time. We swim deeper and deeper toward our destination: a sunken ship. I am so enthralled by the fish that I fail to notice the huge shadow in front us until it looms up ahead recognizable as a boat. We swim over it. It is it’s own whole habitat, separate yet in union with the ocean. There is all kinds of coral and underwater plants growing on the hull and deck, and along the railing of the ship. Fish are everywhere, miniature purple ones swimming in schools, and large ones swimming solo. It makes me sad to leave this underwater paradise.

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This installment in Ula’s Cuba Stories takes place in Playa Girón.

A view from the 57 Chevy that brought them to the dive beach.

A view from the 57 Chevy that brought them to the dive beach.

The author pointing out the two dive sites she and here parents explored.

The author pointing out the two dive sites she explored with he parents .

To read other stories…  THE CUBAN DIARY

Photography for this story courtesy of Steven Gutmann

THE SPEAKEASY #176… A Cautionary Tale

 

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A CAUTIONARY TALE

Cook County General… Chicago, Illinois… Room 317… 11:30p.m.

Everything hurt. Cheryl looked at her friend and that’s what she saw. And that is what she would probably say when she awoke.

It had all started with that damn PennySaver ad. “Why waste money on a repairman when You can fix it?” “Let us show you the easy way to Do-It-Yourself!”  She had told Ethel there was no easy way, and that a few online classes wouldn’t make her an expert on fixing things. But Ethel had replaced the cord on her window shade and fixed her blender, though she was out of her protein shake phase, so she had to give her credit for that.

Earlier that day, Cheryl had just fixed lunch and was going to watch the Big Brother episode she had recorded when the phone rang.
“Hello.”
“Is this Miss Cheryl?”
“Hi Dominic, why are you calling me?”
“It’s Miss Ethel. She is going to hospital and you should know.”

Cheryl shifted in her chair and continued filling out the crossword in the Trib. ‘What the hell was Ethel thinking? Well this should teach that do-gooder a lesson. Let the landlord fix the damn dryer.’ Cheryl immediately felt sorry for that thought. ‘But really, any damn fool knows you unplug something before working on it. It says so on the back of the machine. Maybe they didn’t teach that in their fix-it class.’

The nurse had looked grave when Cheryl got to the hospital. Nurse Betty explained that her friend had received a serious electrical shock, but was expected to live. She was sedated and would sleep for sometime, they would call when she was awake. The doctor hoped there would be no lasting effects, but you never know. Cheryl thanked her, and said she would wait with Ethel, if that was okay. ‘It would serve her right if she got one of those white streaks in her hair like Angela Lansbury had in that movie.’

2:30a.m.

Cheryl was wishing there was another bed in the room when Ethel moaned, stirred and her eyes popped open.
“Where am I?  What are you doing here?”
“I’m doing my crossword while I wait for you to wake up. Your dryer repair job didn’t go so well. Do you remember what happened? How do you feel?”
“Ooh, everything hurts.”

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The Speakeasy is back from summer vacation!

 

  • Submissions must be 750 words or fewer.
  • Submissions must be fiction or poetry.
  • The following sentence must be the FIRST line in your submission: “Everything hurt.
  • You must also include a reference to the media prompt.

A RIDE AROUND THE CITY

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A RIDE AROUND THE CITY… by Ula Grace

The wind rushes through my hair as if in a hurry.  We breeze down the ocean side highway in our neon pink Caddy at the start of our tour of Havana.

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Our first stop is the Hotel Nacional, a hotel built in the 30’s and famous for housing people like Al Capone and others. We speed toward our next destination: Vedado. On the opposite side of Havana as Old Havana, otherwise known as Habana Viejo in Spanish. Next the Plaza de la Revolucion, with the black outlines of Cuba’s greatest now dead heroes: Ché Guevara and Camlio Cienfuegos. Below Ché there is his famous quote “Hasta la Victoria Siempre” (in English “For Victory, Always”). IMG_2806

 

We leave the plaza and drive onward. My favorite place is next: The John Lennon Park. I had been waiting to go here throughout the whole drive. We arrive at the park to find dry, scraggly, yellow grass and burning bronze benches, one of which a bronze statue is lounging with the words “Ustede puede decir que soy soñador pero no soy el único” (in English “You may say I’m a dreamer but I’m not the only one”).  I rush out of the car to sit next to my Idol for a picture, but I have to sit on my bag because the bench is too hot. As we reach the bench we are met by an old man holding a pair of eyeglasses for the bronze John. He carefully places the glasses on the statue and waits for us to finish taking pictures. As we walk back to the car, I look back and smile to see how carefully the little old glasses man handles the little bronze glasses.

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We go next to a lush green park and stop for a beverage.  When we leave I decide to sit on the back of the seat and my auntie Krissy sits up with me. We ride like that to our next stop: a green house that my mom specially requested to see. But we couldn’t go inside. To end our tour, our guide took us through a tunnel under the ocean to a castle. All in all it was a fantastic tour in a ridiculous car and was thoroughly enjoyed by all.

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Another installment from our Foreign Correspondent, Ula Grace, as she recalls her visit to Cuba with her parents Krista and Steve.

To see other stories… THE CUBAN DIARY

 

 

 

 

 

Friday Fictioneers… ANTIQUING

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 ANTIQUING…  A Drabble for FriFic

Somewhere on Maxwell Street… Chicago’s South Side…

“Come on, Cheryl, where’s your sense of adventure?”

“It’s dirty and gross here!”

“Wait till you see it. It’s beautiful. An antique!”

“Old and dirty does not antique make, Ethel. You know I don’t like used.”

“Get off your damn high horse.  Besides, there’s pork chop sandwiches, don’t try to tell me you won’t like those.”

“That’s the only reason I came. Where’s this chest of yours?  Stop!  Wait a minute… I love this!!”

“But, it’s old and dirty, plus the glass is cracked, Cheryl.”

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, Ethel.”

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 Love the photo of Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s writing desk, by her husband Jan Wayne Fields…. To see more stories prompted by his photo… FRIDAY FICTIONEERS

 

 

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