Just like her mother (Friday Fictioneers)

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The orcas painted on the side of the building were spectacular.

‘You have to move out of the bulldozer’s way.’

‘No, Dad. No!’

I’d seen someone pull that face before. Back in 1977.

Eventually, I convinced her to come with me to her mother’s favourite place. The bluff overlooking the ocean.

Out to sea, black dorsal fins skimmed the surface. I wasn’t sure she’d noticed. But then she looked at me, her face softened and she snuggled in close.

The real battle had already been won. Back in 1977. On a zodiac 30 miles out to sea.

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Friday Fictioneers is a challenge set by Rochelle each week where writers from around the world post 100 word stories based on a common photo prompt. For more information, and to read other stories, visit Rochelle’s page here.

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Not alone (Friday Fictioneers)

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I took my kite out to the fields. There’s never anyone else out there.

When I gaze at the simple brown diamond bouncing across the sky I feel completely, utterly and blissfully alone.

But when I looked up at the sky I blinked. There was another kite! A green one just like mine.

My eyes followed the string of the kite down to ground level.

The owner of the kite had dropped it and was already running away. The green diamond, released, lifted higher into the sky. And I felt relieved.

For a moment there I was almost not alone.

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Friday Fictioneers is a challenge set by Rochelle each week where writers from around the world post 100 word stories based on a common photo prompt. For more information, and to read other stories, visit Rochelle’s page here.

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14. Catch 22 – Joseph Heller (100 book challenge)

I’d never read a book about war. War stories reminded me of history class at school, which I never had much time for. What could you possibly learn from the details of war? I understood that war was bad and that should be avoided, but other than that I really wasn’t interested.

If I’d known Catch 22 was a war story I probably wouldn’t have put it next on my list for the 100 book challenge. I was familiar with the ‘catch 22’ concept – where you’re damned if you do and damned if you don’t – but I didn’t know its origins. So it was time to take that plunge and I opened to page 1 of the Heller’s classic.

Am I the only person who didn't know Catch 22 was about war?

Am I the only person who didn’t know Catch 22 was about war?

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3 o’clock (Friday Fictioneers)

It all looked familiar.

The dust on the lampshades. The dirt on the cooker. The sharp edges on the large table that always got in the way.

I’d been in that kitchen before. Too many times.

I pulled my hand away from his. ‘I can’t do this.’

‘What about my second chance?’ he spluttered. ‘Things are going to be different this time…’

Then I saw the clock on the wall stuck at 3 o’clock. The batteries still hadn’t been changed.

‘No.’

I said goodbye and walked out of that kitchen for the very last time.

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Friday Fictioneers is a challenge set by Rochelle each week where writers from around the world post 100 word stories based on a common photo prompt. For more information, and to read other stories, visit Rochelle’s page here.

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13. The Great Gatsby – F. Scott Fitzgerald (100 book challenge)

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Invite me to your parties, Jay!

It’s the characters that make this story. The narrator, Nick, is fairly plain and uninteresting, but the people around him are such complex, intriguing and entertaining characters that I loved this book from beginning to end.

The story follows the life of the rich on Long Island in the 1920s. They invite themselves to parties, they complain about the heat and are utterly unhappy in their marriages. It’s the perfect recipe for an engaging story where the characters drive the plot, not the other way round.

After a few recent disappointments in my 100 book challenge, this was a refreshing change.

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The last 4 months of ABC Open 500 words (February – May 2015)

Each month for the last 4 months, I’ve written an ABC Open 500 words story.

Here are the links to the stories and short blurbs about how I connected my own life with the theme for the month.

February 2015 – Lost in Music

My story, Looking for ‘the one’ on the dancefloor, talks about how I thought I met the man of my dreams on the dancefloor. At 3am. After way too many $1 vodkas.

March 2015 – Testing the friendship

This story called Our budding friendship goes back to when I was about 7 years old and teamed up with a girl who was quite a bit naughtier than I was. She showed me how to have fun without getting caught.

April 2015 – Grandparents

An emotional topic this month, and my most heartfelt piece so far for ABC Open. This is forever talks about my relationship with my grandparents – my grandfather who died last year and my grandmother who is now in a nursing home. Memories of their relationship with my own son warms my heart.

May 2015 – I quit

Mountain-top quitting talks about a snowboarding trip my husband and I took to New Zealand 10 years ago… and how sore I was after falling over 567 times on the hard, icy snow.

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Empty (Friday Fictioneers)

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There’s a silo in the field just over that hill. It’s empty. It’s been empty for years.

The farmer built it thirty years ago. It was meant to hold grain from the surrounding fields. It just never worked out that way. Not enough rain. Too much rain. Not enough rain again. The crop was never successful. The silo was never filled.

The farmer’s wife tried to console him. ‘It’s too late now.’

She sighed deeply before suggesting, ‘Maybe we should accept the fact and just stop trying.’

He looked across at the empty fields. His empty arms. His empty house.

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Friday Fictioneers is a challenge set by Rochelle each week where writers from around the world post 100 word stories based on a common photo prompt. For more information, and to read other stories, visit Rochelle’s page here.

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