I remember this prompt, but for whatever reason I did not write a story for it. So, here’s a new one from me and it’s inspired by a story aboutKiosks in Lisbonthat I heard on NPR. See a description of the words below the story.
Thanks to our fairy blog motherRochelle Wisoff-Fieldsfor hosting and toTed Strutzfor the remarkable photo. I’m five words over. Sorry about that. I’m feeling a bit rusty.
Those from the old country knew “Katerina’s Kiosk” as simply “The Kiosk.” They nodded when they heard the words roll off Katerina’s tongue into the ears of her chosen ensemble of baristi, who prepared drinks with 100-year recipes.
Patrons rubbing their temples, expecting their usual lager, received a frothy-white liquid of honeyed sweetness with crushed almonds and figs. Leite Perfumada.
A harpist played, plucking at your thoughts, inviting the gentle promise of new possibilities. After a visit here, patrons left jobs, wrote poetry, and traveled to faraway lands.
Don’t be afraid to get what you really want, a sign read above the bar.
Baristi – baristas (plural in Italian) Groselha – red currant refreshment Capilé – maidenhair leaves with orange blossom water Leite Perfumada – perfumed milk
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It’s time for Friday Fictioneers, a weekly link up that challenges writers to compose a 100-word story based on a photo prompt. Thanks, as always, to our gracious hostessRochelle Wisoff-Fields.This week’s photo was provided byDee Lovering.Thank you, Dee.
The place in this photo looks really familiar. If it’s the place I’m thinking about, it’s a park in San Francisco. I’m wondering if it’s the same place! That’s what my sparked my imagination for this story. My initial story came in at 300 words. I had a yipping Pomeranian dog who had to go, as well as lot of description of the snow. I hope it makes sense. Enjoy!
“I can’t believe it’s operating.” Snow, unheard of in these parts, blanketed the earth. She couldn’t deny her granddaughter a ride of a lifetime.
Riders hoisted onto clowns and horses. Julia jumped onto a bear, grinning in her white dress with pink ribbons in her hair. The revolving carousel undulated in gracious dips.
One rotation Julia was there; the next, gone. The ride expired and everyone disappeared. Nana ran to the bear. Blood dripped from its claws, holding a doll wearing a white dress with pink ribbons in her hair, her eyes dark pools of terror.
It’s time for Friday Fictioneers, where writers from all over the globe face a challenge to write a 100-word story based on a photo prompt.
Sorry, so late again this week. I was having a hard time pinning down a story and finally decided on something close to home. I had been working at a job related to writing and reading. I can’t say I’ve seen the light at the end of the tunnel and I can’t say anything else, but this is fiction.
“We’re here at Meadowlark Elementary to reintroduce the ‘book.’ I’m holding in my hands Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, a story about a girl who falls the down the rabbit hole.”
“That sounds boring,” Chad said. “Who wants to read that?”
Kids did just that for the following two weeks. They devoted extra time to practice reading still words on a white page. Initially, the lack of moving images disturbed them and the suggestion that they could imagine the story all of their own was downright troubling.
Chad looks into the camera. “I’m feeling hope and it’s spelled H-O-P.”