A Bureau of Ages – Friday Fictioneers

antique-desk 15 august Friday Fictioneers

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

Thank you Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for this weeks ‘Friday Fictioneers’  Take a look and see what you can do :) Highly recommended!

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Well, Prince, so Genoa and Lucca are now just family estates of the Buonapartes.

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He—for there could be no doubt of his sex, though the fashion of the time did something to disguise it—was in the act of slicing at the head of a Moor which swung from the rafters.

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Aura walked up to the hill overlooking the village and sat on the flat rock by the edge of the trees.

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The boy’s name was Santiago.

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When you’re travelling in India – especially through holy sites and Ashrams – you see a lot of people wearing beads around their neck’s

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In the beginning was chance, and chance was with God and chance was God.

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In the late summer of that year we lived in a house in a village that looked across the river and the plain to the mountains.

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You better not never tell nobody but God.

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In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since.