One Hundred Words of Solitude

In this time of lockdowns and isolation, the prompt reminded me of a poem I wrote several years ago, about a would be writer with writer’s block. He’s in a very negative  frame of mind, unable to find or see anything worthy of writing about. He calls on the muse to help him and they go for a walk. This is an abridged version, the original was called, ‘None so Blind as a Horse to Water.’ Alternatively, you could call it ‘Spot the Poem.’

 

 

 

I strolled with the muse and took the less travelled path. A poppy-eyed fiend stood ranting on a sailor’s torments at sea, probably collecting for charity and a chap in a clearing championed writing about a wasteland.

There’s nothing there!

Wearying, I would’ve sat down but for the daffodils covering the ground and the loon babbling about burning tigers. Another, demanded to go to the sea again and there on the beach a Walrus and a man named Lear, proposed writing nonsense.

More nonsense?

So, if I should die, think only this of me, I tried to write some decent poetry.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

Like Minds

 

 

 

 

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Thoughts of guilt and despair crashed through her mind. Radio and daytime TV offered no succour. She needed to get out. She’d take her Kindle and treat herself to a cream tea.
Idling through town, woollen hat and scarf wrapped against the cold, she found herself outside the Diner. Remembering the music, milkshakes and good times, she regretted she couldn’t enter; John might be there. Head bowed, she hurried by. The doorbell tinkled as she stepped into the café, unwinding her scarf.
John looked up from a table, “What are you doing here?”
“Avoiding the diner,” she groaned with resignation.

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

Nazrat of the Owls

With apologies to Edgar Rice Burroughs

 

 

 

 

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A family of owls rescued baby Nazrat from the wreckage of his parents’ Cessna and raised him as their own. He grew to be the wise man of the village with a penchant for gobbling rodents, head first and whole.
It was natural Gilbert should consult him on why the tadpoles he studied weren’t metamorphosing.
Nazrat pondered; he rolled a dangling tail to the opposite corner of his mouth before proclaiming, “An extreme result of poor parenting.”
“Poor parenting?”
“If their children are to mature into worthy citizens, the parents shouldn’t spawn in the fountain of youth…that’ll be five bucks.”

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

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Sunny Afternoon, no Clouds.

 

 

 

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Duarte lent back in his deck chair, twisted off the top of a beer and settled back to watch the dust eddies twirl past. Presently he heard the schlep of Leandro’s footsteps.
“Afternoon, Duarte? All go is it?”
“It has been, had quite a rush on.”
Leandro judgementally surveyed the dusty stall of fruit and vegetables.
“You’ve still got half the produce left. You’ll never get rich like that.”
Duarte turned to study the shelves himself and after a little deliberation said, “No, I’ve sold half the stock, I’ve a beer in my hand and the sun’s shining, I’m a rich man.”

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

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Death’s Curtain Call

Great prompt this week but must say though, I struggled.

 

 

 

 

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

“Marvellous, darling.”
“You think so? It all seems so hollow without Larry.”
Gloria stared at the bouquet in her arms. Malvio placed a hand on hers.
“He’s looking down proud as punch.”
“He was always jealous when I played opposite other leading men. Why didn’t the dagger retract? It could’ve been fatal, if it hadn’t caught in Liam’s tunic.”
“Don’t worry, we’ve replaced the prop; it was just a sticky blade.”
Malvio squinted into the gantry, “Larry,” he whispered, “I promised I’d look after her, now just leave it.” Then he considered his plans, “Although a malevolent ghost could be useful.”

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

Free to Fly

 

 

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Dawn Miller

“Thought you’d be here…You have to turn yourself in.””
“My favourite place as a kid. Lying on my back watching the kestrel slicing perfect patterns in the sky. I liked to imagine it was my spirit, flying free.” Gavin wiped his wet cheeks. “I couldn’t take him treating me mam like that.”
Kenyon felt suddenly dizzy and wretched; despite the divorce, he hadn’t been there for either of them.
“Everyone should pay their dues but I can’t cage you.”
He offered all he could now, money.
“Good luck, you’ll need it. Best you don’t contact us anytime soon, son.”

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

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Besieged

 

 

 

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Judd sucked the life out of his cigarette and flicked the butt off the porch. He shook his fist at the waning sun. “Trust you to leave ‘till all the trouble’s done.”
He peered into the gloomy shadows of trees and shrubs. “They’re out there somewheres and they’ll be comin’ again with their wailin’ and hollerin’.”
Inside the house, he bolted the door. “There won’t be no sleepin’ tonight.”
He pulled a tabby cat onto his lap. “Don’t worry, I won’t let them get’cha.” Then under his breath, he muttered, “Should have got you spayed when I had the chance.”

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

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Choosing our Religion

It’s been a long time since I entered a piece for FF. I’ve endured a classic case of life intruding when I was planning other things. Part of life though was getting my second novel to third draft stage, so I’m intending to release that soon. It’s a sequel, by popular request to, From the Edge of an English Summer and follows the further adventures of Julian and Wordsworth, fighting crime in their suburban backyard. In the meantime, I intend to get back into the ever enjoyable PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz                         and rewarding habit which is,  Friday Fictioneers.

Here’s my offering for this week, I hope I’m not too rusty.

“Fashion is expensive, hence divisive. People are mugged for their Prada, stabbed for their trainers. Nationalising garment production eradicates so many problems.”
“But, your Excellency, why make the clothes so long and shapeless?”
“To respect the feelings of the modest and religious.”
“But aren’t we outlawing religion?”
“Banning religion simply ferments fervour and drives it underground, chapels in cellars, every pantry a priest hole. We have to enlighten them to recognise the state as their religion.”
“Where you’re God?”
“Indeed, I will be their deity.”
As a duty to the people, the chancellor stabbed his Excellency, “We’ll continue worshipping Nike, thanks.”

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

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It’s Important to Abide by the Law

 

Just a little fun this week gleaned from the antics of certain characters I know.

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Randy Mazie

The three men stumbled outside and across the dark car park, bumping off wing mirrors. Drunkenly they lumbered up the hill almost avoiding obstacles like lampposts the council had put in their path.
They came to a large sign.
“Whazzit say?”
They pitched their collective intellect at the question.
“No shumthin.”
“Not ‘No shumthin’’, no…then shumthin’. Looks like trees.”
“No trees? …I can see shum.”
“Think it’s ‘No tree pissing.’”
“Oh…that’s a problem.”
“Now you mention it.”
“Me too.”
Compliantly, they hopped the fence and hobbled in the direction of where they thought they lived, occasionally grimacing and squeezing their trousers.

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

 

See it, say it, sort it. Suspicious bag at the airport.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“Ridiculous, this country. Snow doesn’t stop Canada,” Dower raged.
“But this was a bomb scare,” Higgins sighed.
“Surely they’ve enough experience to deal with these things expediently.”
“Someone wanting a dump couldn’t fit his case in the stall. He asked someone to watch it but she got worried.”
“Did she check the bogs before she went code red?”
“She didn’t know his name and baulked at trying the cubicles.”
Dower scrutinised his companion, “You know this because?”
“It was my luggage.”
“You’re the friggin’ terrorist?”
Hands up, Higgins sniffed, “Problem is, after the controlled explosion, I haven’t any clothes for tonight.”

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.