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Married Bliss

I am amazed how the BMW in Liz Young’s photo-prompt does not appear to have any damage, considering the wall and railings are in pieces.

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Married Bliss

She drives wearing high heels, rummages in her handbag and,
at junctions, if she stops, she has to text the kids.
When we are in the car, she will nag at me.
You missed the kids’ school play and games day–-a crime in her eyes.
The traffic accident held me up. I didn’t get home until midnight.
Apparently, I never liked her Mum. Hell! the poor lady died before we met.

You are wearing the wrong shirt, and Martha will comment on it.

Who is Martha?

Enough! I screamed. I missed the brake. 

“See what I mean,” she said. 



Extinction is not a choice–Survivors

My thanks go to Dale for her picture of a flooded patio area, after a heavy rainstorm. Does this happen every year or just occasionally?

Many will suggest climate change as the reason for the flooding. Although climate change has been a constant drift over hundreds of years, we now know how this drift has sped up over the last tens of years. But as a planet of humans, are we heading for extinction?

Extinction is not a choice–Survivors

We stood in a circle and held hands. Everyone understood the ritual; our strength and fortitude were the foundations of the past and our future. 

Greta, believe us; we will not move and live in the forests. Our generations have survived by this lake, our home. 

We are the descendants from Lucy and accept Earth is a living monster of storms and earthquakes with an infestation of a multitude of life. As the environment changes, we will embrace technology and adapt.

Let us honour Mother Earth as she nurtures us.

We pray for humanity since extinction is not a choice. 

Mai Lai and Nasi Goreng

Lovely picture from Brenda, I can just imagine the onslaught of cooking aroma when the alleyway is bustling with people.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Brenda Cox

Mai Lai and Nasi Goreng

Mai Lai turned down the alley. I pulled my scarf across my face and followed her.
There was no one around to disrupt my plan.

Foreigners avoided Kai-Tok’s alleys where I had a meeting with a corrupt official.

A container ship from Mozambique was loading humanitarian supplies at the docks, and the harbour agent demanded a bribe to release the shipment.

He was waiting for us with a steaming bowl of fried rice.
My taste buds exploded.

I confirmed the export documents. Thankyou.
Then Mai Lia cuffed and arrested him.

It was the best Nasi Goreng we have ever eaten. 

Absent Fathers

The lovely tray of baked biscuits made my mouth water,
my imagination wafted the aroma of fresh baking through my mind.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Jennifer Pendergast  

Absent Fathers

I’ve made your favourite ginger biscuits for your party.
There is Mum, Dad, Tom, Helen, Bill and you, Samantha.
Oh yes, Buster and Kitty.

Samantha’s top lip trembled and tears dribbled down her cheeks.
Who is going to eat Dad?

You can. They are just biscuits, darling.

Why do they have names? I don’t want to eat our family.
It’s not nice.

They are all dressed up for your birthday, aren’t they pretty?
Mary wiped her daughter’s face. No names then. Just biscuits.

Her daughter’s perception plucked a string on Mary’s emotional violin.
She broke off Dad’s arms and head.

Back to School

This week’s photo-prompt , thanks to CE Ayr, has a sense of isolation and one I am sure many people are feeling in the present atmosphere of Covid restrictions. At the same time there is a sense of peace in the image that I feel when walking along a quite beach early in the morning, preferable on a Caribbean island rather than along a cold, wind swept coast.

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PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr

Back to School

John relished the solitude of his dawn stroll. He walked and breathed in time with the natural rhythm of the waves as he listened to the soft adagio whoosh of water washing along the sand.
His mind relaxed and emptied of all invasive thoughts as he concentrated on the peace of the moment. 
Mentally refreshed and calm, he felt prepared with emboldened fortitude and leadership expected from a head teacher.

His knees trembled as he watched.
After an enforced break, over excited, chattering children arrived as their pale-faced parents waved anxiously from the gate.
He wiped his forehead and smiled.

The Watchers

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This week’s picture prompt, thank you Dale Rogerson, reminds me of the odd freak snowfall we sometimes get in May.
Also, how sometimes we get caught out by a sudden spring frost that decimates the border flowers planted out the week before.
Weather around the world follows a similar pattern each year, yet nature surprises us with unpredictable events.
Nature loves us, really.

The Watchers

We had held hands on the veranda listening to Spanish guitar music, watching the meteors streak across the night sky.
We had bread with bratwurst dipped in Dijon and drank Pilsner. 
One shooting star momentarily lit up the entire street and Baxter scampered indoors whimpering, Caroline followed to calm our Labrador. 
It was a hot summer with an uncomfortable, sweaty night, but in the morning, I woke to a sharp frost with a snow-covered garden. I saw footprints leading to the rose-bed, then stop.
By midday the snow had gone, as was Caroline and Baxter.
It has been three years.

Paperless Office

Remember the office days with paper and files kept in dusty rooms and cabinets.
When people borrowed your pen, just for a second, and you never saw it again.
Those were the days before management demanded efficiency and screen time took over.
There is no turning back.

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PHOTO PROMPT @ Jan Wayne Fields

Paperless Office

It’s those little things I miss, like fiddling with paper clips while I study company reports. Opening bursting folders and laying out charts and graphs all held down with rocks I brought back from a picnic.
We were people then and you my gregarious secretary.
We once sat by the Thames and drank Bollinger while eating salmon sandwiches for lunch. 
I asked, and you said yes.

We grew as business partners and you travelled the globe in executive jets.
Apart, our love became metamorphic in Cyber Space and on Zoom.

Siri recommends picnic rugs.
It’s those little things I miss.

Keep Your Dreams Alive

This week’s photo-prompt for Friday-Fictioneers inspires a moment of reflection, a moment of personal pride for the main character for a life well spent.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Keep Your Dreams Alive

We were ten-year-olds huddled in a spinning Alice In Wonderland cup at the fairground.
Martha, my sweetheart, kept our dream alive, and we created Dolly’s Amusement and Theme Park.

Just one last look.
Early morning, quiet, and I feel so proud for the pleasure people get from our dream.
Soon, excited children and anxious dads goaded and dared to a ride on the Hell-Coaster will arrive.

We did good, Martha had said. She is calling me.

It is time. 
I feel my soul discard this body as I journey free and home to the other side.
Is that you, Martha? 

What Are You Afraid Of?

The Friday Fictioneers photo prompt this week reminds me of Christmas. I wonder what Christmas will be like this year?

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What Are You Afraid Of?

Everyone is in hiding, that is what we are told to do. Hide.
At night it is worse than ever.
It’s an unseen enemy, but I can sense them; watching, waiting, wanting to invade my body.
I must fight back, as I did in Korea, for my country.
Well, I am watching them too; the specks of lights hovering, menacing, grouping, slowly surrounding me.
Wear masks, that is what we are told. I don’t recognise myself anymore, or anyone. Who is who?
I can’t stand this confinement, I need fresh air and freedom.
I am going out, I’ll show them.

Table by the Window – Gothic Princess Lost in Time

Literally Stories have aired my short story as one of their Sunday re-runs.
I must thank them. Their site holds hundreds of worthwhile reads from a variety of writers; you may find yourself engrossed for hours. Every read is free or you may wish to contribute your own story for others to enjoy.

Read my story here: https://literallystories2014.com/2020/11/08/literally-reruns-table-by-the-window-by-james-mcewan/

Abigail is the reincarnation of a Gothic Princess – Fantasy