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© C E Ayr


She threw her arms around him, smothering his face and neck with kisses.

“You be sure to tell your mama I hope she feels better real soon,” he whispered in her ear.

“Oh, I will sweetie.” She wouldn’t.

“If you all need more money to pay those doctor bills…well, you just call and I can wire it to you. Oh, and call me when you get there. Okay? So’s I know you got there safe.”

“Will do,” she lied, as she reached around him, grabbed her bag and darted off, tossing her hand up in a wave. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

She found a window seat on the train. One last obligatory wave and she’d be free of that stupid bumpkin. He’d been an easy mark; a homeboy. His grandmother’s inheritance would keep her comfortable for several months, or at least until she landed her next chump. Speaking of…

She fixed her gaze on a well-dressed gentleman seated across the aisle. “No wedding ring,” she surmised. “Traveling alone perhaps?”

They locked eyes. He didn’t look away. She smiled coyly.

As the train pulled away from the station, her “bumpkin” stood waving. She never looked back.

~kat
(198 Words)

For Al’s Sunday Photo Fiction Challenge inspired by the photo above by C E Ayr.


Ancestors

A Haiku for TJ’s Household Haiku Challenge  based on his beautiful photo of Warwick Castle below, and the prompt words, Drift & Air. I have a particular interest in this place as a descendant of William the Conquerer who, it is recorded, built the first incarnation of Warwick Castle, a structure described as a wooden motte and bailey castle, in the year 1068. William is my 35th Great Grandfather. I am descended from his marriage to Maud Athelida de Ingelrica. They had one child, a son, Sir William I “The Elder” De Peverel, Earl of Nottingham (my 34th great) and on and on down through the centuries, here I am. I hope one day to visit Europe to see some of the places my ancestors lived. I might wonder if the landscape that they gazed upon looks much different as I gaze on it today. Thanks TJ for this journey back. ❤️


memories of yore
ancestors framed, suspended
dust on air, drifting

~kat


Twittering Tale #33 – 6 June 2017

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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 #32 – The Round-Up:

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From Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes:

Someone told me once I have dreamy eyes. I dunno. I’ve always thought my legs are my best feature.

From Di at Pensitivity101:

No flies on me mate!

(20 characters)

From Through My Heart Weave at Soul Connection:

I didn’t came for feast.Wanted to see killers of my mate.They still roam free??Ohh..I forgot our life has no value,Humanbeings are supreme.

From Kitty at Kitty’s Verses:

Two long hours she had to wait for his arrival.Getting ready in anticipation of her love ,But hey! what did she see, A bug inside a bug?

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From Reena at ReInventions:

The creature evolved from the amateur experiments in a petri-dish. And now, Sam wondered if an insect or bird would like to be its mate…..

From Michael at Morpethroad:

I see a morsel

unattended, waiting for me.

I’ll watch a moment

Can’t be hasty

those swats do hurt.

To rub and taste its goodness

to have my fill.

(140 characters)

From Kathryn at Another Foodie Blogger:

Jim studied the fly for hours on end under the scope. He was CERTAIN it was sending encoded messages to him through his multi-faceted eyes.

From Lorraine at In 25 Words More or Less, THREE tales:

Frederick bugged Lili: his bulging eyes; nasty eating habits; constant buzzing. Babysitting little brothers in public! Like so embarrassing! (140)

Calaxia’s world was multi-faceted. Ever the optimist, she could find joy in a pile of garbage. (95)

The Hollywood buzz on Twitter about rebooting The Fly movie franchise went viral. A female trans-morphed scientist in 2018? Who would she be? (140)

From Francine at Woman Walks Dog:

You fabulous creature – will you dance with me ? Let’s swoop and twirl – just over here – come into my magical, sticky web..

From Peter at Peter’s Ponderings:

“Done something with your hair?” Freddie asked.

“Try again!” replied Fiona.

“New dress?” he suggested.

“Wrong. I’ve had new coloured lenses!”

(138 characters)

From Kirst at Kirst Writes:

“What the hell IS that?” She looked up from the microscope

“The virus carrier. This chemical can destroy it. But there are … side effects.”

(138 characters)

Here’s what I came up with:

Was it reincarnation? The way the fly stared at her gave her chills.

John? She asked, as she smacked him wth the swatter to off him a second time.

(140 Characters)

Thank you all for joining the challenge this week. Your tales were all very clever. Some silly. Some bizarre, and some very thoughtful, philosophical even. All this from a close up photo of a fly.

This week switching it up a bit. I think one could go twittering in several different directions with this one. I thought of a few very different scenarios myself. It could be a mystery, a thriller, or simply a happy tale of waiting for a friend to arrive. I’ll leave it up to you. My heart is still heavy over the state of our world. Much love and peace to you all.

p.s. Have fun. We could all use a bit of a diversion. ❤

Twittering Tale #33 – 6 June 2017

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“Architecture” from Pixabay.com

“Do you see her?”

“Not yet. Settle down. You’ll spoil the surprise.”

Just then, Grandma walked in from the back door.

“Surprise!” she shouted.

~kat


Octo-Cat

For Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge based on this photo by Timothy Meinberg via Unsplash.


He showed up at their front door one stormy night, flea-ridden, battle-worn, sopping wet and one who had likely used up at least eight of his nine lives.

They called him Scamp, took him in as one of their own, gave him the finest food and a plush pillow to sleep on.

But the old Tom could not be domesticated, escaping often the comfort and safety of home to roam the docks where he had his fill of fish guts and the salty taste of freedom.

~kat


Thin-Skinned Deep


Today was The Great Unveiling. Crorrarq glanced at himself in the mirror. It had been seven years since the occupation. Seven years of blending in under a layer of celluloid, masking his true nature. Crorrarq was one of millions.

The Elders had vehemently opposed the event. “It’s much too soon. We’ve been observing these humans,” they said. “How can we expect to be accepted for who we are when they don’t even accept their own? You’ve seen them. Building their walls, hoarding their riches from the poorest of their kind. Killing each other for money and resources. Turning away those who are weak or different. No,” they warned, “humans are far too barbaric and uncivilized to accept us as neighbors.”

But the decision was made. Votes were cast. The Great Unveiling would go on as planned.

At noon on that fateful day every alien on the planet revealed themself to the humans they had grown to love and who claimed to love them. It was a dreadful day. The humans saw only monsters where once they saw friends. Every alien was rounded up, imprisoned and ultimately executed.

The Elders had been right all along. It was much too soon.

~kat

(199 Words)

For Sunday’s Photo Fiction Challenge based on this photo by our host Al.