A Day In A Life Seeking Joy – Fiction

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This week’s photo prompt is provided by H.R.R. Gorman. Thank you H.R.R.!

A Day In A Life Seeking Joy

When I woke up this morning, I felt wrapped in an aura of joy. What did I care that my 4-year-old had jumped up and down on our bed until he was sure I was wide awake? What I did notice, though, was his somewhat “I know I’m in trouble” grin talking to me.

Dear Marie Kondo ~

I want to make this as short as possible. When I woke up this morning, this is what awaited me in my 4-year-old’s room: Help!

Stella from New Orleans

Dear Stella ~

Oh! This is a very easy messy one to handle. Take each piece of toilet paper and fold it in threes. 

Marie  

Ellespeth   

Morning Dew Long Ago – Flash Fiction

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Morning Dew Long Ago

That day,  on the way to school, my brothers and I walked into some police fencing. I told them it was just a simple fence, but they insisted it was some sort of police fencing. So, I climbed the chain linked fence. Just beyond where I landed were streamers of what looked like toilet paper. They were wet and heavy from the morning dew.

“Someone finally wrapped ole man Johnson’s yard!” I called out. It did look like that to me.

My voice giggled and caught on the wind and landed in my brother, Evan’s, ear. “You come back here right now, Heather,” Evan yelled.

“You come back here right now, Heather. Do ya hear me tellin’ you?” Evan shouted again.

I did hear him but someone had taped my mouth shut and I couldn’t reply.

Ellespeth

So Speaks The Greater Santa – Flash Fiction

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Happy every sort of everything to everyone ♥

So Speaks The Greater Santa

Greater Santa: What do you mean you cannot see the very way I am greater than you?

Lesser Santa: You are flat. One sided. I am of all  dimensions. Plump. Filled with promise.

Rudolph: If I may interfere here…I am the light that leads you both.

Greater Santa: Oh jelly beans!

Lesser Santa: Oh candy canes!

Merry Christmas 🙂

Ellespeth  ♥

When The Mercury Goes Up – Flash Fiction

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This week’s photo prompt is provided by Michelle DeAngelis. Thank you Michelle!

Here is the photograph and my story…Since my husband and I will be grandparents soon,  I must have baby on the brain 😛

When The Mercury Goes Up

Dad was calling for me from the catamaran. Our deep-sea fishing customers were ready to catch some Atlantic bluefin tuna,  but I couldn’t take my arms from around Charlotte’s waist.

“Catch a big ole fat tuna for our supper tonight,” she whispered in my ear.

“I will if you say it again.” I still couldn’t take my arms from around her.

“Catch a big ole fat tuna for our supper tonight,” Charlotte whispered again.

“Not that.  ” I nuzzled against her neck.  Inhaled everything sweet in my life.

“Oh! You mean the part where I just told you I’m pregnant?” she asked.

I lifted her up and swung her around and put her down gently again. We heard Dad cussing. We were laughing and whooping.

“Yes!”

Ellespeth 

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At The Landing

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Here is the photo and my entry for this week.At The Landing

It had been a long afternoon and we’d  just missed the previous ferry.  The kid was wired for a nap that hadn’t happened.  I needed a glass of wine.

Me:  If you sit still for just a second I’ll go and get you a cotton candy.

Child:  Coke, too?

It was some time later. I trudged back to our car with cotton candy and soda.

Child: Coke?

Me:  They only had Pepsi.

Ellespeth

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When Mysteries Were Exciting – Flash Fiction

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Here is the photo and my entry for this week:

When Mysteries Were Exciting

We sit here again. Each in a downy winged back chair. Just in front of the french windows. Outside lies the village. It is neither large nor small. A facade of walls behind which private moments, such as these, unfold.  The scent of kumquat blossoms drifts into the room.

You: Tell me the story behind your eyes just now.

Me: Mysteries used to be exciting.

It is the noon hour. A bright sun struggles its way into the alley’s curves and blind spots.

You: Was that recently?

Me: Do you mean the mysterious or the exciting?

You: Either.

Me: Oh! That was very long ago.

Ellespeth

Thoughts At A Fountain – Flash Fiction

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Thoughts At A Fountain

I’m so lost without you. So lost, even, that last night I walked a long while until there was the fountain.

That place where you first kissed me. Where we held hands. Where each water’s drop mixed into a melody of hope and we’d wished upon the reflections of late night stars.

“I’m gonna marry you one day,” you said that long ago summer. You leaned over and kissed my cheek. We held close to each other.

And it all came true.

Except,

now you’ve gone and died on me. How could you go so far off our plan like that?

Ellespeth

How Not To Crochet The Drop Stitch – Flash Fiction

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How Not To Crochet The Drop Stitch

I stood with my brother at the airport’s security gate. His dark brown eyes were locked onto my own. My flight would be loading soon. A very few moments loomed before us.

“I got here as soon as I received your text,” my brother said. “Thank God you are still here!” He embraced me.

“Even I don’t have wings,” I replied. “Must wait, as others, for flight.”

“We don’t know this man you are flying to be with,” said my brother.

“He doesn’t know you either.”

My brother shook his head. He seemed sad. “I’ve just always had this image of you writing poetry and crocheting christening gowns.”

“But I don’t know how to crochet!” I drew my eyes into thin lines and stared my brother down.

“That’s not the point,” he said.

“Oh. Okay. I don’t want to learn how to crochet.”

“You’ll be sorry for this!” my brother shouted as I made my way to the ticket counter.

“But I don’t want to learn how to crochet!” I called back to him.

Ellespeth

The Eccentricities Of Romance – Fiction

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Here is the photograph and my part fiction/part memoir story:

The Eccentricities Of Romance

Nobody in my family ever really knew Ivy.  One day out of no where Dad,  a widower for seven years, announced he was going to marry some woman he’d met on the internet.  That just didn’t sit well with us.  The internet part.  The sudden part.

Nobody in my family ever really knew Ivy.  And then one day,  decades later,   Dad had died and Ivy had reached a critical point in her ability to care for herself.  We moved her into a care facility.

“I’ve always wondered what attracted you to Dad,”  I said during one of our last visits.

“Those model airplanes he had hanging from the ceiling of his library.  Remember those?” Ivy squeezed my hand.  “I just thought that was the most romantic thing I’d ever seen.”

I shook my head and smiled.  They had always been such an odd pair.  The engineer and the poet.  “You two.”

“I know,”  she agreed.  Her smile lit the space between us.

Nobody in my family ever really knew Ivy,  and that was the shame of it all.

Ellespeth

 

As I Watched Him – Flash Fiction

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Here is the photograph and my story:

As I Watched Him

Everything had happened so quickly for us. Not a planned out courtship but a fast and feverish one, fired with the hope of victory and freedom.

One morning I looked out our apartment window and watched him walking to work. I glanced at my high tech watch.  Same time every morning.  He was carrying the duffel bag he brought with him each day.  The one I’d packed with so many of his lunches.

I watched him;  remembering the conversation I’d had with a few  members of our covert group last night. The meeting had been hastily convened.  I watched him and cried.

Once it had been discovered he was against us and using me, I had no other choice but to kill him.

Ellespeth

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