The tinsel is hung and the lights are now lit. He is out of a job again.
He used to get to take it all down, the guy living under the Jibboom Street Bridge gets to do that now. Maybe if he moved. Such a hassle though, and he really favored the underpass near Cal Expo.
He would miss the Mall, especially the nice people working in the food court. He had hoped to catch a fast-food job, but it was not to be.
The job had its perks though, for at camp, he’d been popular with the leftovers.
Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for taking time from her 41st Wedding Anniversary Celebration, to lead the Friday Fictioneers and offer one of her own photos for our prompt.
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She knew he loved her, when she no longer woke to the sound of the stream hitting the water. His aim for the porcelain told her so.
His sun rose and set on her.
It’s been forty-one years since he stomped on the glass… he’s still hitting the porcelain.
The post is a Special Friday Fictioneers Photo Prompt… Unauthorized I might add… Total fiction… any resemblance to real people may just be intentional… Happy Anniversary!
Driving into Honolulu on the Pali Highway, we would see the top of this building peeking out of the trees…stopped twice to take photos, finally knew we had to find it, and see what it was. Located in Nu’uanu Memorial Gardens, a Japanese cemetery, the pagoda was constructed in 1966… an exact replica of the Sanju Pagoda in Nara, Japan, built in the late 1500’s. It is currently undergoing restoration, and was a beautiful sight on a rainy Hawaiian morning.
It had been years since he touched a wheel.
Nothing said ‘vacation’ like daytime drinking, and he had been on vacation a long time. No creative spark in sight.
It bothered him, and in clear moments would go to museums, hoping a muse would find him.
Now, kneading the clay, the familiar slap on the plaster bat bringing it all back, he couldn’t wait till the first kick. He felt this might save him, for as in times almost forgot, he had no doubts it would be good.
Funny what pointed the way, another artist’s work, a jeering face saying … “Loser.”
Friday Fictioneers 100 Word Flash Fiction… This week’s photo prompt is by Joyce Johnson… Go see Rochelle… ADDICTED TO PURPLE … for info on how to join us.
I like everything Shruti writes. I especially liked this piece and wanted to share with you.
She was beautiful..
1..2..3..4……. 10 perfectly formed fingers in balled fists and perfect tiny toes kicking the hospital issued blanket.
Her eyes were scrunched up as though she wanted to block the light around her. Her toothless mouth was open in a soundless wail. A dark fuzz covered her head.
Alice had decided to name the baby after her parents; Emma if it was a girl and Edward if it was a boy.
She would have turned a year old today. Alice moved her fingers over the photograph wondering what the woman who had adopted her baby had named her.
“Drink water… Lots” I do. For 13,796 vertical feet. Have to pee.
“Take a flashlight. Follow me. Don’t touch anything.” I do and I don’t.
Dark, cold in here. I’m in a parka. Ironman in a tee. Hard to breathe. Mother Hen MacIlroy sticks something on my finger, checks oxygen level. “You’ll live.”
Inside the dome, faint lights illuminate a sci-fi movie.
“Don’t stand there or you’ll be crushed to death.” I move closer to him.
Giant doors rumble open, letting in the night sky with a twinkle. The massive telescope moves to view light made billions of years ago.
Thank you Doug…
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Friday Fictioneers 100 Word Flash Fiction… This week’s photo prompt is by Sean Fallon… go to see Rochelle… ADDICTED TO PURPLE … for info on how to join us.
My turn for the latest installment of… The Reclining Gentleman’s Fiction Relay… To see what went on before, check out… The Fiction Relay Homepage.
Suzi stared at Sam. With his malevolent look, any hope that he was a good guy quickly flickered out.
He didn’t see the man in the Panama hat until too late. “Sam!” Hope flickered back in, but Sam was now in no shape to help her. The Hat put away his sap, and hurried over to Suzi when he heard… “Shut that bitch up!”
Waking in a fog, Suzi could not recall what had happened. Too much discomfort to be dreaming, and it wasn’t at all like the dream she had recently. This one was all wrong, as she seemed to be laying on the cold bare floor of a van, her arms behind her back. Snatches of conversation from the front… “we’ll search her for them” “maybe a map” “be careful”. As the pain in her head subsided, she remembered Sam being bashed in the head, and the guy in the hat tying her hands. Groping her breasts. Raj smirking. The pain in her skull told her The Hat must have used the sap on her also. After a fruitless struggle with her bonds, Suzi decided to wait it out and see what would happen. ‘Damn, shouldn’t have gone back to the apartment, but I couldn’t leave the clues.’ ‘Did Raj look in the bag, does Raj have my bag… God, I hope not’. ‘Poor Melissa, what part she was playing.’ ‘And Sam, what is with this guy?’ Thoughts danced in her head, as she weighed her options. What to do with whoever was in the front of the van.
Blood seemed to be everywhere. His blood. Sam stopped it with a blouse from the floor, and surveyed the bedroom. Blood on the bedspread, where she had been standing when he entered the room. Suzi taken, Raj and the person who cold cocked him from behind, he assumed. Not much in the way of anything in Suzi’s apartment. A few photos and books, wine bottles, it looked more like a cheap motel room. A bag of sorts peeking out from the side of the bed. Inside, an iPad and some thumb drives… those now in his pocket. His gun still there. ‘Let’s see if she still has her phone.’
In need of smokes, the van slowed and swung to a stop behind a gas station. “Check on our passenger.” Playing asleep, Suzi waited for them to open the back door. Only the Panama hat came into view. As he reached in to check her bonds, she unleashed a vicious kick up under the throat, sending him backwards to the asphalt. Springing from the van, Suzi pinned him on the chest with one foot, while shoving his head over to the side, creating a loud snap. “How did you like that trick, mother fucker!” The inert hatless form did not answer. Spinning about, expecting Raj, she found only the empty van. ‘Must be in the store.’ Suzi passed a newspaper stand, the headline…
‘RESTAURANT MASSACRE…COOK FOUND HANGING IN WALK-IN COOLER!
Her stomach sickened. She slid down the street to an alley; where she could break into a run, put some distance, find a place to work on the rope.
Activating the location indicator, Sam saw her iPhone was moving away from Courtland and Winchester streets. A Shell station was noted. Not to far, hoped Suzi was moving with it. Racing to his car… the blue ball slowly moving along the map.
She had run for blocks. Exhausted, she crouched between two cars and tried to cut the ropes on a rusting bumper.
The Jag pulled to a stop, the passenger door opened… “Get in! Now!”
To be continued…
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They broke the window and slipped in the back door.
“Darker than a son of a bitch! Can’t see a God Damn thing.”
“Shhh… don’t talk like that in here. Take my phone.”
By the light of the silvery cell, they made their way forward.
“Kind of spooky, all these eyes watching us. They said the cross with the man was solid gold, I sure hope so.”
“Shut the fuck up, and follow me.”
Sudden bright lights through stained glass turn the apse into a kaleidoscope.
The Man on the Cross is shimmering to the sound of sirens.
Friday Fictioneers 100 Word Flash Fiction… This week’s photo prompt is by Chairwoman Rochelle-Wisoff-Fields… go to… ADDICTED TO PURPLE … for info.