Muy Calientes

Friday Fictioneers! Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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Photo Prompt – J S Brand

 

Es muy caliente

A hoard of Mayan treasure – so much gold. The Professor was determined to register the find, his archaeological break through.
‘Our hotel?’ The Professor said,
Yea! The Henry Berrisford, perfect.
‘Rodrigo,’ he shouted. ‘What do you think?’
‘No hay aire acondicionado en.’
‘Cool and comfortable.’ I translated.
‘Las camas están llenas de chinches.’
‘The beds are soft and clean.”
‘La comida está podrida.’
‘Delicious food.’’
‘La putas son feos y cangrejos y la gonorrea.’
Rodrigo, just shut up. ‘The service is excellent.’
Shame the Professor will die of snake bites. Tonight.
Costa Rica is not too far away.

 

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My Darling Morag

My Darling Morag – Only 100 Words

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photo by Jacco Rienks via Unsplash

My Darling Morag

In a fit of magical rage, an act of indignant revenge, I cursed my darling Morag for her infidelity. I transformed my wife, whom I still love, into this docile bovine creature. She was once a beautiful red head, wild and feisty in her youth, see how she has matured to a tough and horny beast.
Each morning I stroke her head and I cringe at my rash decision – I kiss her sloppy nose and I promise, I will return to Hogwarts and complete my wizardly training.
First, I must deal with Angus. I’m thinking, perhaps a slimy fire-bellied toad.

Water World

Water World   100 word Wednesday – Week 55.

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Photo by Danka & Peter

Water World

The salty air blowing in my hair tangles the thoughts through my mind.
These lurid dreams are intense, deeper than any enormous sea.
Today I learned my true identity, that among these rocks I was found as new-born Selkie, and over the years I grew like a human on the land, but without an ocean skin I cannot return to the sea.
I scream for help across the waves. Does my mother hear me and will she respond?
Please, I ask, bring a new skin so that I can escape this shore and claim my Selkie heritage.
Please mother, I’m begging you.

Ommetaphobia

Friday Fictioneers

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Photo by Victor and Sarah Potter

Ommetaphobia

The Professor was irritated since his metamorphosis was taking longer than expected. Although, this was no consolation to the Parkers who were transfixed in fear by his hypnotic stare. Their home was a breeding ground for his venomous arthropods.
Not long now, the Professor reassured himself and spun another silky yarn from the light shade.
The consumption of human flesh excited him, and such terrified eyes. He would suck them first, then wrap the bodies in cocoons, as he had already done with the boy. He would have to act before the trance wore off. Oh, to be human again.

Resilience

Three Line Tales, week 100.

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Photo by Manu Sanchez

The evolutionary wheel of progress rules our lives
and we stroll hand in hand secure of our future.
And although putrid, weak, evil minds of anger stalk our world
We say to them – we will survive with dignity and human fortitude.

The Lost Key

Three Line Tales – Week 97 Only 100 words

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photo by Bogdan Dada via Unsplash

The Lost Key

We die in shame as the links between our countries are securely locked.
Blocked by the prejudice of divisions through arrogance of language and culture.
Only the Key of Peace can release this stranglehold and open doors for our world.

Every Piece a Memory

Rochelle Wisoff- Fields.  Friday Fictioneers.

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Photo by Sarah Ann Hall

Every Piece a Memory

Early morning when I am alone I think of you.
Do you remember when we argued in the flea market, and I bartered furiously to please you. My reward, a glowing smile and a hug like mulled wine on a frosty day.
You saw ‘must have bargains’ and I told you I couldn’t carry any more, you pecked my cheek. I was annoyed lugging them through the Underground. Now, every piece is a memory, each one a moment when we laughed. Each you begged for, and whether you won or lost, your collection grew with our unfathomable love.
I miss you.

Last night I dreamt of Carmen.

Carmen. 100 word Wednesday

Good morning sunshine, you make my heart sting.
Cycling along to meet Carmen waiting by the falls.
My darling Carmen what secret do you have to tell?
I’m coming, cycling as fast as I can, I’m coming.
Please wait, I’m coming, I’m cycling as fast as I can.
What is it? What do you have to tell me, waiting by the falls?
I’m coming, cycling as fast as I can, I’m coming.
I see you smiling, crying. What is it? Keep away from the falls.
I’m coming, cycling as fast as I can, I’m coming.
I am cycling as fast as I can, tears rolling down my cheeks.
I wake, let me sleep, let me cycle. Every night Carmen waits.
I cycled as fast as I could.
Good morning sunshine. You make my heart sting.

 

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We (Lanark Writers) only usually sell a few copies of our work mostly to friends and family, but at the same time having a wider distribution is a delusional ego boost.

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Once again thank you.

Character Absorption

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Image Credit Brooke Lark

Character Absorption – 100 Word Wednesday

“Mary sobbed, more dreadful news from Vietnam, and she switched off the radio. She dried her face, now she would make the same breakfast she had once shared with Abe.”
Elizabeth slammed the novel shut. ‘Wait!’ she rushed off and returned to the garden with pancakes and strawberries.
Like Mary, she tasted the sweet softness and warmth of chocolate, the cool refreshing juice from the strawberries and she wiped Abe’s lips with a napkin – Would they ever see him again?
“Mary’s hair, blown by the hot prairie wind, flapped around her face. She watched a dust cloud race across the plain and screech to a stop by the porch. A solemn faced priest and a soldier came towards her. She gasped.”
Elizabeth gulped and spilled her coffee turning the last page.
“It was Abe. Mary threw herself into his arms. The priest gave a small cough.”
Elizabeth sucked a strawberry through her lips.
““Mary Charlene Baxter, will you marry me.” Abe held out a glistening ring.”
Tears rolled down Elizabeth’s cheeks and mingled with the chocolate sauce dripping from her chin – ‘Yes’ she screamed.