Monthly Archives: December 2015

Friday Fictioneers – A Last Sighting

ff301215The coffee shop on Fulton barely paid minimum wage, but there was new money in the neighbourhood, and the tips were good. Most mornings, on my early break, I’d see them part with a kiss on the top step of the brownstone at 708. There didn’t seem a lot of love, but at that age I certainly wasn’t an expert on the matter.

One damp, fall morning I watched as he left in a hurry without his kiss. From an upstairs window a woman’s eyes briefly met my own. Heavy, red drapes were then pulled tight once more. I never saw her again after that – nobody did.

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These words form my entry into Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge. As this is my final story for 2015 I will take this opportunity to wish all my friends on FF a Happy New Year. See you all again in 2016.

Friday Fictioneers – A Time For Giving

ff231215Silver’s one surviving eye glistened in the twinkling fairy lights. Droplets of fresh cream fell from the ends of his whiskers. On the floor a serving plate lay broken, beside it, a scented gift torn free from red and green wrapping paper. As worn, yellow teeth chewed slowly on a second slice of salmon, a ginger and white face appeared at the far end of the table. Silver hissed, but the fearless intruder ignored the warning. One by one, others soon joined to claim their share of the unexpected bounty. In the shadows, the kindly folks from the cat’s society watched on smiling as the neighbourhood strays tucked into their Christmas treat.

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These words form my entry into Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge…and please remember is a pet is for life, not for Christmas.

Seasons greetings to all my friends on FF!

Friday Fictioneers – Starting Afresh

ff161215Ruffles stirred in his wicker basket as the door was slowly pushed ajar. The old, chocolate Labrador yawned, and then watched through tired eyes as Emmy tip-toed across the cold, stone floor.

At the window she paused. This had always been her favourite time of the day: the dawn mists rising over the barn; a slither of red sky beyond the southern cornfields. For just a moment she hesitated, before propping up the white envelope against a bowl of apples on the kitchen table.

Picking up the small suitcase, she turned to Ruffles and smiled. Perhaps a heavy heart, but no tears, as Emmy slipped quietly out the back door.

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These words form my entry into Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.

Friday Fictioneers – A Man’s Gotta Have His Pride

ff091215‘Hey, Lonnie, some big old chicken gone and robbed the Kwik-Mart in Evansville.’

Wendy-May paused from laughing at the TV report only long enough to suck the remaining barbecue sauce from her chicken wing. It was the best they’d eaten in months. Even little Lonnie Jnr. was being treated to full fat milk instead of formula.

Lonnie returned with a fresh Bud from the cooler. He looked towards Wendy-May and scowled. ‘That’s no chicken, stupid woman. It’s a darned rooster, a rooster.’

‘Ok, honey bun. Sit down and drink your beer.’

Lonnie slumped into his armchair.

‘Were a rooster,’ he mumbled. ‘A rooster!’

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These words form my entry into Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.

Friday Fictioneers – The Trainspotter

ff021215Our apartment was at the end of the Blue Line. Through my bedroom window I used to watch, hoping to see father arriving home on the first down-service each morning. Mother said he was a barman in the city: by night he served sparkling cocktails to big shots, during the day he slept. We never had much, but we never went short, and father always told us such great stories.

The Blue Line now terminates three stops back up the line at Farrow and Main; the track bed lies overgrown and abandoned. But my memories of those times  remain as colourful as the days they were made.

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These words form my entry into Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.

(Apologies to CEAyr, no jokes again this week. I will try and raise a titter before Christmas, if I can.)