Tag Archives: Dreams

Gene Pool

Friday Fictioneers – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

Gene pool

You know Mary, this takes me back to our swimming galas.
Oh Jeff, fifty years ago and it seems like yesterday.
What did you used to say as we raced?
Yep, and I won the School Gold-Band five times.
Our grandchildren take after you, Mary. They should win the relay, again this year.
Persistence and practice, Jeff, that’s how you win trophies.
I know, but I always kept focused on the bigger prize.
Oh Jeff, are you jealous of my Olympic golds?
Mary you’re an inspiration and always were. What did you used to say?
You’ll never catch me.

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The Lonely Musician

Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers

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PHOTO PROMPT © Anshu Bhojnagarwala

The Lonely Musician

When he stopped playing her tune, she threw him out.
‘And take your Steinway,’ she yelled. ‘It clutters up the place.’
For forty years he played on the street corner.
To the delight of commuters who dropped coins into his hat.
He never asked for a penny.
He lived and dreamed for music and to charm happy smiles from weary faces.
The lonely musician crawled under the lid one day, and citizens kept his piano as a memorial.
The passing shoppers can still hear Debussy being played.
Every day, when his wife waters the flowers on the musician’s grave.

Cracks

Friday Fictioneers – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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Dale’s Broken Door.

Cracks.

‘You expect me to walk the dog and wash up – again!’
She slammed the door on the way out.
What did I say?
‘Weight watchers?’ I shouted after her.
It’s true, always another class.
Jogging or swimming, gossiping. I’ve married a fat ghost.
I expect she’ll stay with friends tonight. Moody!
Sorry dear, the meeting ran late, the boss insisted on a couple of drinks.
‘There is always next month you know.’
She didn’t like that.
“Look – tonight,” she pointed at the calendar.
We’ve been trying, but this organised sex is so stressful.
Honestly, I’m not ready for children.

 

Dream Marriage

Friday Fictioneers – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

Dream Marriage

If we sail before the sun’s up, we’ll cross the Indian Ocean and be in Australia for dinner.
You’re right David, imagine kangaroo steaks.
Charles don’t encourage him, it’s another impossible dream, it’ll come to nothing.
Why not darling, we should sail to Australia.
Darling, at our age we need rest not big ideas.
Mary, we are as young as our hearts, it’ll be a dream adventure.
Darling David, we’ve had a lovely evening, let’s sleep on it.
Remember the day we first met.
Yes, funny enough I rejected you.
Your exact words were, ‘In your dreams David McClusky.’

Invisible

Friday Fictioneers

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PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Invisible.

Do you appreciate how I enhance your life? Providing miracles as if done by magical hands, as an unsung hero I work to deliver your dreams and sooth away the mayhem of your hopeless stress.

I’d laugh with joy and happiness as you open my gifts, and even sit up with you through the nights to nurse away your fever and flu. Do you notice?

The explosion took my leg during the marathon, but now all you see is the prosthetic and sigh with pity.

Yet, I have not changed and remain the same; your loving, unappreciated invisible man.

 

 

 

Float Like a Butterfly. Sting like a Bee.

Friday Fictioneers –  2nd March Prompt

“Float like a butterfly. Sting like a bee.”

Twenty years ago, they carried Mikey out in a black bag.
A wasted young life.
We were just kids, dreaming of; “Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee”.
I had won the County lightweight title, we were elated, but Mikey was pissed off and jealous. He exerted his temper by hitting out.
Our coach calmed him, but Mikey broke his nose. Mikey hit me, knocking a tooth out.
It was my skipping rope knotted around Mikey’s throat.
I DID NOT do it. The judge didn’t care.
The place looks the same, I’ve changed. “What a waste of a young life”.

Book Covers – Really!

Book Covers – Really.

A great cover for a book is at the forefront of any publishers’ sales plan.  The professional design is produced with the aim to hit the market in the correct genre with author’s name, sometimes, highlighted more than the title.
Readers know what they want, and what authors they enjoy reading most, in which case it is the celebrity author’s name that is given prominence on the cover. Just a brief preamble leading to a question below.

Independent authors are advised to get professional work done in both editing and cover design that they can afford. Great advice – but stubborn old me just didn’t listen in this case.

I have had my short story collection, ‘The Listener” gone over by the edit process and ‘oh boy’, what a process. I am told it is very much better than the 2014 version.

I stuck with the cover with a small change – on the front cover font and back cover blurb.

I have done all this as an exercise in procrastination, if there was a medal or a university course for procrastination I would probably have gone for the PhD. I should be writing my novel instead, keep laughing.

The original camera shot.

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Photo by James McEwan

I took the source photograph while on holiday in Dresden, Germany. I found it fascinating that someone or some people went to a lot of effort to paint the picture. I never found out who or why. I had not started to write back then and the idea of a book cover came to me many years later.

This is one part of the advice I did follow, make your cover unique. (I missed the effective part).
An advantage over using stock photographs is that I own the picture.

My first cover.

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The latest cover – matte -done in MS Word. 1.6Mb version – Printed copy is 11.5Mb

Microsoft Word - cover The Listener 2018

Here are my questions:
Is the MS word cover good enough?
I am considering using GIMP and or Adobe professional for future covers.
Of the two covers above, which is better; to give prominence to the title or author’s name?

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.

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.