Fireworks Sessions – Friday Fictioneers

Thanks to our lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting the Friday Fictioneers, a group of writers who meet weekly to write 100-word stories based on a photo prompt. Check them out!

Thanks to Vijaya Sundaram for this week’s spirited photo. Happy Labor Day to those who are celebrating!

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PHOTO PROMPT -© Vijaya Sundaram

(Humor: 99 words)

Fireworks Sessions

“You don’t actually see them. It’s more of a feeling.”

“I know,” Anna said.

His tongue felt like a lizard tail in her mouth and so she heaved her hot dogs.

They didn’t attempt another fireworks session until the following weekend when Tommy arrived smeared in mud.

“You owe me,” Tommy said.

They sat on the wet grass on a torn blanket. She kissed his muddy mouth and the moon disappeared under a veil of fog.

“No big deal,” said Anna.

“Yeah, nothing compared to your vomit.”

“Tommy, something tells me we’re going about this fireworks thing all wrong.”

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Weekly Photo Challenge – Pure

For this week’s challenge, share a photo of something pure — it can be a person, an object, or a moment.

Here is a picture of my son and his cat Lucky. He is a Lucky cat and my son is lucky to have him.

It’s pure love

pure adoration

they search for each other in their dreams

when they knew each other when

long ago

I know

pure luck

a bond fierce and tight

(and no room for anyone else)

Luckycat

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Accompaniment – Friday Fictioneers

It’s time for Friday Fictioneers. Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting and to her husband Jan Fields for the wonderful photo.

All are welcome to join this challenge, which is to write a 100-word story based on the photo. Here are instructions. Give it a try. My story follows.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Jan W. Fields

Genre: Realistic Fiction (102 words)

Accompaniment

Liza pounded the piano, the way her mother told her not to. It had been Mr. Stevenson’s cue to play.

Mr. Stevenson, a pianist for mama’s ballet class, was so good you hardly noticed him. “Like a waiter in a fine restaurant,” mama had told her. But mama had noticed because they had done the fine dining together.

Sweet music filled their small quarters like jasmine on a summer night. Liza and mama danced with roses in their hair. At night Liza heard a more percussive number, what Liza determined could only be 3/4 time.

“I miss the music,” said Liza.

“Me, too.”

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Aside

Here’s my list for the Love/Hate challenge you may have seen going around the blogosphere. After reading Mark’s list on his blog Exile on Pain Street, I felt this rush to write a list of my own and here it is. I wasn’t tagged nor am I going to tag anyone, but if you want to jump in and write one, I’ll certainly read it.

I didn’t think that I “hated” anything, because it can be such a strong, negative, unhealthy emotion. But, I found out I do really hate some things, and some of these things are, of course, of a lesser degree of “hate.”

I also didn’t censor myself too much, and realize that I if I wrote this list at a different point in my life,  it may be an altogether different list. Here’s what is today. Read on.

Love

  1. I love curling up with a book I can’t put down.
  2. I love dancing around my house for no apparent reason to my favorite music or to no music at all.
  3. I love fits of laughter when tears are streaming down my cheeks, and I’ve laughed so hard I forget what I’m laughing about. This usually happens with my sisters.
  4. I love watching my children sleep, their gentle breathing and their soft snores; they seem like angelic, peaceful creatures from beyond.
  5. I love that my husband still desires me after twenty-five years.
  6. I love great conversation over a delicious meal and bountiful amounts of wine.
  7. I love coffee, the smell, the taste, and knowing it awaits me (on most days) in the morning.
  8. I love when I absolutely forget about time; when I am so immersed in something I’m not aware of it passing; I’m particularly happy when this  happens when I’m creating something I feel passionate about.
  9. I love the kind of peace I feel after swimming in the ocean, the rush of the waves, and the taste of salt or after a good yoga workout lying in the corpse pose; I feel cleansed and relaxed.
  10. I love Mark’s post from Exile on Pain Street – the inspiration for this post – just read it! You’ll see. I’ll add, I love being inspired.

 Hate

  1. I hate insomnia and waking up tired, and knowing I will be tired all day.
  2. I hate when I worry, especially about money.
  3. I hate boring jobs. It’s not a case of only boring people get bored, which is what I typically say about boredom. A boring job feels like prison.
  4. I hate poverty, hunger and cancer with a capital H.
  5. I hate crystal meth and that it almost killed my brother.
  6. I hate my smart phone. It’s destroying humanity. No, I love my smart phone. The Internet at my fingertips. No, I hate my smart phone. I love my smart phone. Hate. Love. Clearly, this is a love/hate relationship.
  7. I hate it when my Internet breaks down!
  8. I hate getting older. I still feel like I’m in my twenties. Sort of. But I’m not.
  9. I hate death. It sucks.
  10. I hate car problems.

 What about you? What would be on your list?

Love/Hate

Aside

To all the mothers of the world, I wish you a very Happy Mother’s Day!

I Will Always Be Your Mom

We toil, we worry, mothers do
Our bodies bleed and stretch
Our hearts and minds grow
and love pours out

Soft bellies for a weary head
Breasts warm pillows soothe
We listen to your  heartbeat
light and quick

We sing a song or three or four
An angel in our midst
We watch your sleeping breath
rise and fall

We wipe tears and noses
Little bottoms, too
Reach for your hand
even as you push away

Moments blur and vanish
There is much to recall
But the treasured ones,
come back like fluttered heartbeats

We celebrate your joys
Listen to your fears
We watch you grow too fast
and hope we did it right

When you drift, brave and steady
We hold you closer still
Our love fierce and strong,
I will always be your mom

I Will Always Be Your Mom

Dance on a Moonlit Porch – Friday Fictioneers

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PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Dance on a Moonlit Porch

Gliding on the porch swing, breezes tickle my neck. We sit close, our legs dangle, our fingers connect.

Sweat on my brow, a kiss on your tongue, we dance on a moon-lit porch to a timeless song.

It carries me like petals floating out of reach.

Our feet light, you lift me and dip me before the door, then bundle me and love me until a quarter to four.

We drop and curl, our chests rise and fall, the glow of the moon in our faces. Together we meet in each other’s dreams and dance by the light once more.

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Genre: Romance (100 words)

This story was written for Friday Fictioneers 100-word photo prompt. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting and for the photo this week.

I just love porches. I’ve always wanted one. I’m feeling love in the air. Happy Valentine’s Day to all!

I have a big weekend of water polo ahead of me. So no candlelight dinners, but I’m looking forward to this tournament. I will do my best to read your stories when I can. I may be a bit delayed.

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The Mirror Has Two Faces – Friday Fictioneers

Beth pressed her fingertips to her eyes, and sighed at her tired image.

“Darling, look at yourself,” Darren kissed her neck. “You’ll dazzle them tonight. You’re a princess.”

“Oh, please,” Beth said. His eyes overflowed with a love that drowned her.

Beth surrendered her devotion to the vision that crept in behind them, watching their physical scene play out. The mirror held eyes that devoured Beth’s every micro movement.

Abigail cleared her throat.

“Hello, sister,” he kissed Abigail on the cheek. “What a vision you are.”

With flushed face, Beth watched her two lovers in the mirror, staring at her.

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Genre: Hot Romance (100 words)

Photo copyright: Janet Webb

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Thanks to the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, who hosts the Friday Fictioneers at her blog Addicted to Purple. Thanks to Janet Webb for the photo, which gave me lots of ideas. It’s a great prompt.

If you’re interested, why not give this a go? Even though it’s Friday Fictioneers, you technically have until Tuesday to write your story before the link closes. No excuses now.

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