Fairy Hour

I am on vacation (and definitely not at my computer much, so if I haven’t responded to you, that’s why…but I will soon! 🙂 ) but couldn’t miss out on Friday Fictioneers! Thank you, Rochelle! Oops, to late to add a link.

PHOTO PROMPT © Ronda Del Boccio

 

Fairy Hour

“It’s fairy grass,” Ellie said. “Fairies visit every night for treats.” Continue reading

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Going to Seed

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PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

 

Going to Seed

We sit under the maple in Adirondack chairs, sipping fruity rum drinks, your own invention, while a soft breeze stirs the humid air like a spoon in a cauldron. Continue reading

The Connection

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I don’t know if this has ever happened in one of my FF fictions before, but the line that tied the story to the picture was edited out because I was over the word count and the words I needed to make the story were more important than talking about a window where you could see the roofs of neighboring houses. 🙂 Editing is everything!

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

 

The Connection

“It sounds daft, but you make me believe in fairytales,” he says. “Crikey. I’ll meet you at the station.” Continue reading

Anything and Everything #amwriting

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PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier

 

Anything and Everything

“Oh, Lenny,” Tam tries to hide her disappointment. A barge instead of a gondola?

“Ain’t it great? We’re cruising the waterways,” he says. Continue reading

Jealousy #amwriting

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Jealousy

That summer I heard my first bobwhite. “I love that call,” I said.

We sat on a boulder, our feet dangling into the trickling creek. Continue reading

The Redhead and the Writer #amwriting

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I decided to go a bit upbeat today. We’ll see how that goes! 🙂

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

The Redhead and the Writer

I’ve lost my mind. It’s the only answer. Maybe he’s not even here. Maybe he’s laughing and drinking a pint in a pub. Maybe I’m an idiot. Continue reading