Weekly Photo Challenge: Magic

For this week’s challenge, find some magic, and charm us with it.

I followed the dewy fragrance and stumbled upon the garden. It twinkled and rustled. And then I heard a faint splash. A melodic squeaking filled the air. Yes, it squeaked but it had a fullness. What could it be? I knelt for a closer look.

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Closer still. This is what I saw.

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I couldn’t believe my eyes. There he was. The golden fairy bug, blowing some sweet sounds on his sax. I could really hear him now. Man, he could play. 

Here’s the full view of the fairy garden. I’m sure he wasn’t alone.

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Ah, it was magical.

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In Good Time – Friday Fictioneers

Hey, there’s nothing like a Friday Fictioneers on a Sunday. Am I right? I hope to get back into some kind of rhythm soon.

I’ll admit the election has been an unwelcome distraction. If only we could hold words in our hands and inspect them, see if they’re real or true.

Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and leading this wonderful group of writers. And thanks to Jean L. Hays for the photo prompt.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays

(103 words)

In Good Time

The promise of placards lined the highway like Post-it Notes. Almonds, walnuts, and peaches. Fresh! Right off the tree!

“Let’s just stop. I want some nuts,” said Cindy. “They’re better than soda.”

“They’re nothing like soda,” said Jack, grunting as he pulled into a dirt parking lot of a bustling storefront. “They’ll be filled with dirt and how do you know they weren’t pissed on?”

She held a bag of walnuts, fresh and gleaming in their package. Their shapes solid as gold nuggets.

They were silent a few miles before he asked, “Well, are you gonna open those or what?” 

“In good time.”

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Local

This week, the challenge is to show us where your heart is.

“Local” to me is not so much a place as the people you know and experiences you have while being there.

Here is a garden dedicated to my son’s former third grade teacher, Mr. Winford. He died unexpectedly and it was so very sad. He loved kids and teaching. His eyes smiled when he spoke to his students. I feel lucky that at least my oldest son got to learn from him. Gardening meant a lot to Mr. Winford, so it’s fitting the school choose to honor him this way. 

I’m betting he’s still smiling as he watches these kids, having a quiet moment in all the chaos stirring around them on any given day. But here in the garden, they can stop for a bit, rest on the bench, and gather their strength and enjoy the beauty of this place. I know Mr. Winford would love that.

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Mr. Winford would appreciate this picture.

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But I think he’d like this one more! Mr. Winford is there right with them. That’s what I think!

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For more Local photos, visit the Weekly Photo Challenge site.

Six Word Stories

I wrote some six word stories recently for a class and thought I would share them here. They’re kind of addictive. You should give it a try if you’ve never done it!

Stained white coats dispense untimely deaths.

Forgotten pail.
Empty pockets.
No lunch.

Twirl of hair.
Sunburned vinyl.
Vanished.

High IQ.
Low ambition.
Video gamer.

 

Let me know if you have a favorite. What have you been up to? I’ve missed you, and plan to get back to reading your blogs soon.

Weekly Photo Challenge: H2O

For this week’s challenge, share a photo that features H2O; the element of water.

I love the early morning fog. I think it was more foggy on this morning than what you see here, but I hope you get the idea.

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For more entries of water, please click visit the Weekly Photo Challenge site.

The Hiders of the Tin – Friday Fictioneers

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers. How exciting that my photo was chosen for today’s prompt. Thanks, Rochelle, for the honor of selecting my photo and for your dedication to this group.

Personally, I think storage units are strange, fascinating and a bit disturbing. This one gave me the creeps. But, I think generally storage units are places of transition, what we leave behind, can’t fit into our life, or simply don’t need or want. A lot of ideas about having stuff and what it all means came up for me, but it didn’t quite fit into a story and has nothing to do with what I came up with. 

In any case, I hope this photo inspired you.

Copyright Amy Reese
Copyright Amy Reese

(103 words)

Hiders of the Tin 

Marla hid in her storage unit. Like a visit with a sick relative, she never stayed long. Others hid, too. She had heard whispers, had felt their tears on her face. Usually, she left before that happened.

Her familiar brick of boxes was her refuge. She reached for her folding chair in the corner, but not before kicking a beat-up music box.

She picked it and said, “But this isn’t mine.” Quickly, she left to throw it away in a dumpster.

Returning home, she found the music box open on the table. A tiny dancer whirled to a creak of a song.

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Thanks for reading. Please join in if you’d like or you can read more stories here from the Fictioneers.

Passing the Torch – Friday Fictioneers

It’s time for Friday Fictioneers. Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting and to Roger Bultot for this week’s photo prompt.

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing group, challenged to write a 100-word story with a beginning, middle, and end. Everyone is welcome to give it a try.

My 100-word story follows.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Passing the Torch

Miranda stared at Scarlett starring at herself half-dressed in the mirror. A lacy bra hugged her delicate curves and her lashes fluttered amid a patchwork of highlights and shadows.

It was yesterday all over again. Miranda choked on the musty dust of backstage and held her breath.

“Oh,” said Scarlett.  “Your last performance. But you don’t look ready.”

“It’s just a cameo.” She placed a pair of dangling, diamond earrings in her palm. “These are sitting in for my last performance instead. Wear these tonight. For me.”

“Such an honor.” Scarlett’s hands shook as she put them on.

“Keep them.”

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