At The Lake – Fiction

Another installment of  Friday Fictioneers  hosted by Rochelle.  100 words or so based on the image below.  Click on the lil frog icon (after this piece) and come join us!

This is another Sissy and Buck piece.   He’s just been discharged from a mental healthcare facility.


At The Lake

Those that come should know what came before. Before traffic jams and office buildings peeked out between the pines. When Redwood trees and stately blue herons guarded Norway Lake. When everything seemed to be eternal and blissfully perfect.

“Don’t think of all that now, honey.” Sissy cuddled into Buck’s embrace.

Buck had just been discharged from St. Jude’s Mental Health. They were standing on the lake’s shore. It wasn’t really in Norway. It was simply a lake with a small finger of land coming from its center.

“I’m so afraid.” Buck held Sissy tighter against him.

“What can I do?”

They kissed.


(If interested, more of Sissy and Buck can be found here:  When There Wasn’t Much Left  – most were written for Friday Fictioneers)

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright- The Reclining Gentleman

All Caught Up – A Love Poem

All Caught Up
You are more beautiful to me
than any other part
of life could ever be.

We don’t have to see things eye to eye.
I have that old brown sepia view
shadowed with nostalgia.
have that crisp new
blue-eyed view.
and focused.

I think I love you
best of all
when you catch me
with one of your


The Middle Years – Fiction

Another installment of  Friday Fictioneers  hosted by Rochelle.  100 words or so based on the image below.  Come join us!


The Middle Years

Once she’d found the final perfectly smoothed stone, and had placed it onto the narrow cypress board,  Irene stepped back a bit. She liked the way the stones blended with, yet protected, the  delicate shells.

“It’s an omen,” she told Hugh as she leaned the collection against a rustic figure she’d constructed earlier.

“Good or bad?” Hugh asked.

“I don’t know. Makes a good color scheme for the bathroom remodel though. Don’t you think?”

“Soaking tub?”

Irene smiled. “Of course!”

The next morning, Hugh and Irene went blueberry picking. At mid-day they lay down, near the stream, to dream again.


photo prompt © Douglas M. MacIlroy

Fairy Talk/Thoughts About Once Upon A Bed Again

“…Fairies have to be one thing or the other, because being so small they unfortunately have room for one feeling only at a time. They are, however, allowed to change, only it must be a complete change…”         J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

Well…I guess the creator of Tinkerbell certainly knows what he’s talking about.   But… that is his fairy and not my Chloe.   (If you’re interested, you can read my Chloe stories here )  Maybe Tinkerbell and Chloe are distant cousins.  We can’t know for certain.

Chloe has evolved.  She’s not good at multi-tasking,  but she can certainly have mixed feelings!  And Chloe doesn’t have to completely change.  She can change in degrees according to her feelings at a given moment.

I know I haven’t been blogging much lately…I’ve been researching fairies and dancing around our living room :)

Ellespeth     ♥

I’ve Been Thinking About Malala Yousafzai & Kailash Satyarthi

Can you imagine?  As though life hadn’t already dealt you a difficult enough hand, you’re on the school bus one day and a group of Taliban men barge the bus and shoot you in the head and kill many of your school friends.  You’re 15 and an advocate for education for girls/children.  You’re life is forever changed and you receive the Nobel Peace Prize two years later.  That’s what the expression ‘God isn’t finished with me yet’ means.  So amazing.  Such a beautiful young woman.  Such a great quote!

And what a fantastic person shares the award this year – Kailash Satyarthi…a child rights activist working to free children from slavery.

“These children have been in bondage ever since the time they can remember. Liberty for them is an unfamiliar word. They don’t know what it is like to be “free.” (Kailash Satyarthi)


With Angels Sleep Sweet – Fiction

Another installment of  Friday Fictioneers  hosted by Rochelle.  100 words or so based on the image below.


With Angels Sleep Sweet

Noreen’s breathing was slow and deep.  The world slipped away into bits and pieces.

Sun rays,  filtered through lace curtains,  cast a soft pink light into the room until  evening moonbeams glowed golden over the bassinette.

“Is that what you’re remembering now?”

“Yes.  And her sister playing the piano downstairs.  Thinking we’d brought her home.”

Brahm’s Lullaby haunted the room..  Noreen hummed.  Words were long forgotten.

“Was that the song her sister was playing?”

“Yes.  She’d practiced such a long time so she could play it for the baby’s first night home.”

It’s impossible to describe the sound of air shattering.


photo prompt:  © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields