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Guido

It was still there, just as he remembered; that grotesque eagle statue that “looked like it had been spray painted gold”. Her words. She made him laugh. That’s when their eyes met and he found the courage to ask her to join him.

The cafe on the corner was gone. Well, the building was still there, but the space had become a trendy clothing shop.

It was crazy, but he was sure he could smell coffee in the air and a hint of her perfume. “Jasmine”, she had told him, like her name. Crazy.

“Jazz?” He whispered. But there was no one there.

So many things had changed since that day. They’d shared a wonderful life. Made a home, raised three amazing kids. He had always assumed he would go first. Fate didn’t agree.

So now here he was, fulfilling a promise that he would go back, have a coffee and check on their old friend, Guido, the eagle.

He tipped his hat toward the old bird. “It’s all your fault you know. If you hadn’t been so gawd awful looking she might never have noticed me.” Then he laughed out loud. “Thanks Jazzy girl. You knew I needed that.”

~kat
(200 Words)

For Sunday’s Photo Fiction challenge inspired by this photo by our host Al.


Field of Dreams

dreams that come to life
create cherished memories 
to play is to win

~kat

A Three Line Tale in Haiku for Sonya’s challenge this week, inspired by this photo by Christian Widell via Unsplash.


Final Thoughts

PHOTO PROMPT © TED STRUTZ

The car window whined and knocked as Roger pressed the down button repeatedly.

“Gotta get that fixed,” he mumbled. A blast of misty air smelling of fish and diesel fuel assaulted his nostrils.

He hated the ferry. The cars and trucks sandwiched in rows, bumper to bumper like sardines triggered his claustrophobia.

On choppy days like today, the teeter-tottering of the vessel would likely curdle the yoghurt he’d had for breakfast. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d lost the contents of his stomach on this trip. But this would be the last time. He just didn’t know it yet.

~kat

100 words for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers Challenge inspired by the photo above by Ted Strutz.


Twittering Tales #35 – 20 June 2017


About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a prompt, and your mission, if you choose to play along, is to tell a story based on that prompt in 140 characters or less. If you accept the challenge, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale.

A final note: if you need help tracking the number of characters in your story, there is a nifty online tool that will count for you at charactercountonline.com.

I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing us a new prompt. Have Fun!

Twittering Tale #34 – The Round-Up


From Michael at Morpethroad:

She needs iron in her diet.
You won’t fool her.
Salami nanas are the newest craze.
You’ve an ice-blocks chance you know.
How was that?
Oh! Yuck.
(140 characters)

From Reena at ReInventions

Could this really be the cause of a divorce? Her US-based trophy husband, turned out to be non-vegetarian. Ouch! Back home, the Jain girl had never smelt or tasted meat.
(140 characters)

From Oneta at Sweet Aroma:

Sixty years she cooked for her meat-lovin’ man. Now heart-healthy diet only! Fruit ok’d by the rehab nurse.  Love found a way!

From Neel at Neel Writes Blog:

Pre-marriage life was bliss. Post marriage the love peeled away.
What remained was the hard crust of hate.
Post-divorce she held on to the crumbs.

From Kitty at Kitty’s Verses:

He was offered the food, & the cat grabbed it from his hand.She lay unconscious,after taking a bite.The host was at her wit’s end.
(134 characters)

From Di at Pensitivity101:

She said she fancied banana pizza!
(34 characters)

From Michael at Flawed Masterpieces:

Jerry peeled the banana, waiting for a pleasant sunrise, only to discover the monkey had swapped out the fruit for day old kielbasa!

From Willow at Willowdot21:

It was decided that this was a clever joke. Someone had removed the banana fruit from the skin. They all thought it was fun,sadly it wasn’t.
(140 Characters)

From Kathryn at Another Foodie Blogger:

Sue loved playing pranks on her vegetarian friend, but she might have gone too far. After “peeling” the banana, Jen fled the room, retching.

From Lorraine at In 25 Words More or Less:

Mae “Deli” West: “Is that a [salama]banana in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” (92)

From Radhika at RadhikasReflections:

Constantly trying to please her cynical husband and his unending demands, left her confused about her own identity.
(115 characters)

From Francine at Woman Walks Dog:

That wild Timelord  Dr Who ! He’s been visiting GModGroogFood Galaxy again and he’s dumped his leftover snacks in an earth park. Shall we try some?

From Soul Connection at Through My Heart’s Web:

Cruelty at par…How could they peel off my skin and use it to cover this weird look alike of mine.I am all NAKED.EAT ME or COVER ME Please.

From Peter at Peter’s Ponderings:

Deirdrie was surprised, and more than a little disappointed, that Charles had misinterpreted her suggestion of a game of hide the sausage!
(138 characters)

and my take starting us off:

“Banangers?!” Emily screeched, “You’re insane Tom!” 
“But it’s brilliant Em. GMO meat trees will be the new superfood.”
“I think I’ll pass!”
(138 Characters)

Well well! A very creative bunch you are! I admit, last week’s photo was a bit bananas! Thanks for giving it a go.

Decided to mellow it out this week. Found this great photo at Pexels.com by photographer, Tyler Hendy. First official day of summer comes along this week. Nothing like sitting outside at your favorite place enjoying the long nights over a coffee or tea or something a bit more spirited. 😊 Anyhoo, hope you’ll tell me a story about this scene. Romance, intrigue, mystery, drama, or thriller? Oh my! The possibilities are endless! Have fun!

Twittering Tale #35 – 20 June 2017

Photo by Tyler Hendy at pexels.com

 

“Great!” she mumbled, before slipping away unnoticed, “Stuart from the mailroom.”

Stuart waited two hours. His blind date never showed.

~kat

(136 Characters)


Checkmate Baby


Charlotte was a ‘checkers’ kind of girl. Occasionally she entertained a game of backgammon or tic-tac-toe, but chess? That was his thing. Strategy was not Charlotte’s strong suit.

She didn’t mind at all that Stuart invited friends to the house when he got in a mood for a game. But tonight was different. His guest for the evening was Claire, an attractive woman he’d met at work. Stuart was quite oblivious to this femme fatale, but Charlotte read right through her fake smile and polite nod. Charlotte found a corner in the adjoining room and waited.

It wasn’t long before Claire made her move. Charlotte’s instincts had been spot on. Claire had slipped between the game table and Stuart’s chair and was leaning in toward him, to his horror, when Charlotte rushed into the parlor to thwart her advances.

“I believe this is what you call a ‘Checkmate’. Am I right Stuart?”

Recovering from his initial shock, Stuart sputtered, “Uh…Right you are Charlotte.” He turned to Claire and declared, “you heard the Queen. This game is over.”

As Claire let herself out, Stuart winked at his wife, “and you said you were no good at playing chess!”

~kat

(198 Words)

For the Sunday Photo Fiction Challenge inspired by this photo by our host Al.


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