Honour and Understanding – Friday Fictioneers

begin-the-routeNever in a million years would I believe I was here, now, looking at her dead body laid out on a hospital bed. It only seems like a week ago we started our big adventure. Illinois to LA, just me, her and route 66. We’d planned it for so long, and now this was our time. She had just got the all clear from cancer, and we had a one-way ticket to the perfect future. Best friends forever. Well, that is what I thought. However, it is clear now that that is exactly what she wanted, she wanted me to feel like that, she wanted her last few weeks chemo free and with me. I should be angry, hurt or let down in some way. However, sitting here now reading her letter she’d written to me and carried all this way, thinking of all the memories we shared on this trip and our life, all I feel is honour. Honour to of known this beautiful woman and honour to call her my best friend. If I can be half the woman she was I know ill be fine.

Word Count: 188

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A Bureau of Ages – Friday Fictioneers

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As I sit down feeling the leather hug my skin and I can feel it begin, the warmth that comes over me as my eyes transfix onto the clean, matt white sheet. I open my drawer to my collection of pens and carefully take the one which calls me. I close my eyes as the words begin to flood my mind. I open them again and look at my great grandfather’s picture ahead of me, 4 generations this bureau has served us. I take a deep breath and begin my calling.

Word Count: 91

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Traditions – Friday Fictioneers

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The bell has been in our family for hundreds of years, it was used by my great grandparents. You see my great granddad worked very hard on the farm but he did worry about his wife when she was pregnant, ‘ring the bell twice if you need me and four times if the baby has come’ he told her. Boy did that tradition stick, it is now 2014 and I am ringing the bell four times as I hold my new born son. With this one silly tradition the bond I feel at that moment it with my mother, grandmother and great-grandmother is overwhelming

WORD COUNT 104

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Valentines – Friday Fictioneers

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I love sitting on my veranda sipping my home-made sangria, trying not to wallow in self-pity ‘yet another Valentine’s Day on my own’. I could fill this entire glass with the sadness and regret I feel, all those wasted years why did I let them go? As I sip its delicious content, I start to remember all the good times we had. As I get half way, I start to remember the bad times that came. Finally as I reached the bottom I was filled with strength at the knowledge that I am not alone, I am free.

 

Word Count 98

 

 

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Grandad’s View – Friday Fictioneer

Friday Fictioneers 31 january 2014

Grandad’s View

I always loved working in the workshop, although the work was hard and the hours were long people always laughed and made the most of what they had. It was never an issue to smoke in them days, even the supervisors walked around with a fag hanging out of their mouths. Walking into work at 8AM and being hit by the sweet stale smell from the previous days smoke was almost as comforting as the smell of the woodwork which we worked on, work was never the same again, stupid ban. I tell you lad, Health & Safety gone mad.

Word Count 100

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Secret Friends – Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneers 24 january 2014

Secret Friends

The fairies at the bottom of my garden have been my friends since I was little. Mummy and Daddy never knew about all the fun stuff we did together, at the bottom of the mountainside we lived on. It was a lovely place I lived, full of fun, laughter and secrets, we were so happy.

Now at twenty two am not allowed to return there, my doctors say. But as I sit here in my small, soft cell with the door secured, I have a secret that the doctors don’t know… My little fairy friends still come and visit me!

Word Count 100

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My First Attempt at ‘Friday Fictioneers’

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The best time to walk the riverbank, in the early morning, with the quiet stream and the burning crispness of the cold air. Barney loves running in the water, bringing me sticks to throw.

Today though, it isn’t a stick he brings. It’s a small red bobble hat. It looks clean and warm, he tilts his head and pants happily.

He turned towards the river’s edge and there lay I red coat no bigger than a child’s. Barney goes towards it and keeps turning back wanting me to follow. There lay a sleeping child who was grey, still and lifeless.

Word count 100

My first ever attempt at Rochelle Wisoff-Fields ‘Friday Fictioneers’ and I have to say I really enjoyed it. Take a look and see what you can do :) Highly recommended!