Wednesday, April 27, 2016

WEDNESDAY WRITERLY PICTURE PROMPT - FOND MEMORIES OF VERMONT



Fond Memories of Vermont


I said to my husband:

“I LOVE Vermont. 

They celebrate all four seasons with year-round festivals of every kind featuring their specialty foods. Winter skiing and spring fishing with the tapping of the Maples for maple sugar candy and maple sugar pie; summer ferry rides, camping at Grand Isle on Lake Champlain and their famous strawberry shortcake. Fall is my favourite time of all with the world’s best foliage, biking through the endless valleys and rolling hills. A beautiful array of dazzling reds, oranges, golds, yellows and, of course, their famous apple pie with a fresh slice of state cheddar cheese.”

My husband said:

“Honey, I don’t think we love Vermont. I think we love food.”


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Wednesday, April 13, 2016

WEDNESDAY WRITERLY PICTURE PROMPT - SEXY MANNEQUINS





           SEXY MANNEQUINS  

I HATE THEM.

Don’t get me wrong. Dressing windows satisfies my creativity. Exploring the use of fabrics, accessories and colours to show a product line at its best is truly art.

When I set up my business years ago, most were headless, torso and legs, and t-bar mannequins; androgynous one-size fits all.

Now they’re full-body with all the attributes of the female body. You have the Madonna, the Marilyn Monroe, and ...

 P-LEEE-ASE.

We live in a visually dominated world, people. Dressing idealized statuettes, complete with make-up and wigs, I am reminded on a daily basis of my short, stocky body with saggy arms, and facial wrinkle concealer.

At day end, driving home, I crank up Christina’s song and sing along as loud as I can.

                  We are beautiful no matter what they say     
                      We are beautiful in every single way
                       So don’t you bring me down today.

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Flash fiction prompt provided by http://www.writerlycorner.com/writerly-prompts/writerly-wednesday-4132016.



Wednesday, April 6, 2016

WRITERLY WEDNESDAY PICTURE PROMPT

The weeks seem to fly by and here we are, Wednesday again. Just to update you on my other writing endeabours. I'm in the final chapters of Missing Thread, The Georgia Series, Book 3. I expect to finish it and have it sent off to my publisher by mid-April. Yay!

Meanwhile here's my 150 word flash fiction for this week. 


LADY

She sat in a field behind my parents house. She’d seen better days but I love that car.  My Dad’s pride and joy, he’d bought her as a fixer-upper She was all that, with no back seat. In those days cars didn’t have seat belts, so for the first couple of weeks, we three sisters sat on little stools, so low to the floor we couldn’t see out the windows. When Dad went around a corner, we were too short to reach the ‘oh shit handles’, and we’d slide off the stools onto the floor in a tangled mass of giggles. Dad would glance over his shoulder and shout: “You girls stop that fooling around.” Like we’d planned the whole thing.

We named her Lady, from the movie, Lady and the Tramp. She may have lost her looks but not her style or her memories.


She was still Lady.


Flash fiction prompt provided by http://www.writerlycorner.com/writerly-prompts/writerly-wednesday-462016.



Wednesday, March 30, 2016

WRITERLY WEDNESDAY PICTURE PROMPT - BUNNY


I can't believe it's Writerly Wednesday again. The week flew by so fast. Hope you all had a happy and safe Easter weekend, shared with family and friends and lots of good food.

This weeks picture was difficult for me, but once an idea popped into my head, the story wrote itself. Hope you enjoy it.


Bunny

            Our two-year-old Chrissy found the rabbit hidden under her bed that Sunday morning. She’d held it up and giggled excitedly. “Bunny, Mommy.” 
            Has a year really passed since last Easter?
            I held the rabbit tight; flooded with memories rendering my heart heavy. We’d lost her two days later to a drunk driver who hit our car. Someone found the rabbit on the road and gave it to the police. I buried my face in Bunny’s fur and cried.
            Bunny went into the box with Chrissy’s things for my husband to store in the attic.
             My eyes scanned the redecorated room and the bassinet in the corner. My hands moved to my blossoming abdomen. This baby could never replace Chrissy but a new life could help us cope with the loss of another.
            I smiled. One day, I’ll give her Bunny and tell her of the sister she’ll never know.


Flash fiction prompt provided by http://www.writerlycorner.com/writerly-prompts/writerly-wednesday-3302016.




Wednesday, March 23, 2016

WRITERLY WEDNESDAY PICTURE PROMPT - ADRIFT

Today is Writerly Wednesday. Here's my flash fiction picture prompt story. This was a hard one to write because 150 word maximum is not much to express the whole story this picture pulled from me. But I did my best. Hope you enjoy it.

Flash fiction prompt provided by http://www.writerlycorner.com/writerly-prompts/writerly-wednesday-3232016.



Adrift

            People thought we were the perfect family—Mom, Dad, Chase and me. But as childhoods go, ours wasn’t Disneyland.
            It became apparent my brother had problems. Testing proved he was borderline autistic. Mother felt ashamed. Father loathed him. Chase was sent to a facility in the city. One day in his teens, he walked away and disappeared.
            I moved to the city after graduation. For two years, I searched the streets for Chase. One morning I passed a young man sitting on the sidewalk. I couldn’t see his face but something drew me closer.
            “Chase?”
            He looked up; goose bumps ran down my spine. I kneeled down and stared into his eyes. “It’s me, your sister.”
            Chase smiled. “Chelsea, Chelsea.”
            With teary eyes I held out my hand. “Would you like to come with me?”  He nodded yes and I vowed he would never sleep on the street again.




             
           
            

Wednesday, March 16, 2016

WEDNESDAY WRITERLY PROMPT - RETRO FUTURE

Writerly Wednesday, my flash fiction picture prompt:


Flash fiction prompt provided by http://www.writerlycorner.com/writerly-prompts/writerly-wednesday-3162016.

Retro Future
            
            If the walls could talk, what stories they’d tell of my childhood summers here with my grandparents. I inherited the old house which sat empty for years. I’d left the area many years ago for the excitement of the city. It made no sense to people why I’d held onto it.
            Now I’m back as a single mother, happy to return to my roots. I turned to look at the lake across the road and envisioned times swimming and fishing with Gramps.
            My eyes searched the dirt road leading to the house. The tell-tale signs of rising dust signalled the contractors’ approach; although I couldn’t hear their engines. I smiled with excitement and tapped the plastic tube under my arm that held the blueprint renovations. I squeezed the front door key in my hand—the key to open the door to my future and my daughter’s.
            I’m home. 




Wednesday, March 9, 2016

Weekly Wednesday Flash Fiction - The Rings

Today is Writerly Wednesday. Here's my flash fiction story for this week.

Flash fiction prompt provided by http://www.writerlycorner.com/writerly-prompts/writerly-wednesday-392016.





The Rings

            The rings had a story of their own. A lifetime of stories—full of promise, expectations, family. Good times and bad. And death.
            She picked them up and studied each ring. They’d worn well over the years; no loose diamonds or breaks in the band. Forty years and it seems like yesterday we were driving to California in our old Volkswagen van for a honeymoon.
            When he died, she didn’t think she’d make it. But here she was five years later. She sighed, kissed the rings and placed them back in the jewelry box.
            She looked at her reflection in the mirror, remembering his last words. I’m the one dying, not you. Promise me you’ll keep on living and find happiness again.
            Her eyes slid to her hand and the new ring covering the indentation the old ones burrowed into her skin over the years.

            She smiled.