It’s time for Friday Fictioneers, hosted byRochelle Wisoff-Fields,our very talented fairy blog mother. I thank her for her dedication and leadership of this group. Thanks also toThe Reclining Gentlemanfor the this week’s beautiful photo, just in time for Valentine’s day.
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing group, challenged write a 100-word story based on a photo prompt. If you’re interested in joining in,here are instructions.All are welcome.
Genre: Realistic Fiction (100 words)
The dust never settled in Rhea’s house. Only the broken remained, intact and unpatched. The faucet still dripped its feeble presence.
The door creaked with Janie’s entrance.
“Here. It was grandpa’s favorite color.” Janie offered a bouquet of yellow daffodils, picked fresh from the neighbor’s garden.
It didn’t matter then. “Why would it matter now?”
Janie shrugged and skipped away, leaving the splayed flowers behind.
After washing a vase, Rhea posed the stems in a vase where they exceeded their expected stay.
Every time she wanted to throw them out, she sniffed the bright petals. “Maybe I never knew him.”
This week, share a photo of something vibrant. Let’s wash the web with a rainbow of colors to keep the winter gloom at bay.
I don’t know about you, but sometimes it takes a bit of grey to see the color.
These orange doors caught my eye. How could they not? I named this “Orange Boost.”
I didn’t say it was pretty, but how about that orange? Or, do you think this color is red?
On a grey day, I think this field of green looks especially vibrant. For once, California is enjoying some rain. This field is usually brown for most of the year. I had to snap a photo to remember this lovely color.
And now…a splash of yellow. I took this one a few years ago in the Municipal Rose Garden in San Jose. Spring will be here in no time.
I am writing a post about nothing in particular, just because. . .
Just because I never do, and it’s my turn.
And just because, I want to tell you that my heart is in it, but my spirit is weak.
In my research about “hacking,” I discovered that, in fact, I have been hacked. Every time I turn on computer, I have a new virus. At this point, I’m afraid to touch my computer, much less turn it on. When I use a computer now, I do so, ahem, at an undisclosed location. That’s where I am now.
But just because I am weakened by technology, does mean that I can’t enjoy your posts. I’ve been able to accomplish this by using other devices, i.e., smart phone and the trusty iPad, when it is available. I’ve learned that I detest things that are small…small screens, small typeface, small keys….Just because, well they’re annoying.
I’ve tried to rely on Siri, to talk to her to see if she can type my comments. The other day, I made this shopping list on my phone:
I said: Salami
She typed: Mommy
You Know Better
What is this? Some kind of code, Siri? Seems favorable enough, she kinda sorta seems to be on my side. But I don’t trust her, and besides, she got it all wrong. I discovered I miss typing, and just get further annoyed. I am annoyed that I am annoyed by a talking gadget.
It’s all fair, since I am annoying complete strangers, just because the transmission on my car is obviously dying and I get the look of death from people as they pass me, on the right. I give them the stare of “do or die trying.” It’s a win-win.
Just because we are all annoyed, well, this does not preclude me from enjoying these moments:
The beautiful hydrangeas.
The conclusion that kitty can’t tell the difference between the ground and the roof…until it’s too late.
A cool beverage. I’m not one for product placement, but the Green Matcha Tea Freedo with Raspberry flavoring with Whipped Cream from Peets Coffee & Tea is quite refreshing. Don’t let the green color scare you.
And, of course, the pool deck. I will be spending lots of time here, watching my son’s water polo.