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Sunday Photo Fiction – June 16, 2019


Sunday Photo Fiction – June 16, 2019

Photo Credit Lakshmi Bhat

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Cover Your Eyes

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

“Me first Tommy,” Kenny said.

“No, I think I should be first since I am the oldest,” Tommy said.

“You’re always first, Tommy,” Kenny said, tears coming to his eyes.

“Fine, you go first this time.”

Tommy gets a crate to boost him as he puts his foot on the first branch and tries to get a good grip on the pointed branch above.

This whole tree has these little pointed branches. They are close together and ideal for climbing for smaller kids other than they were dangerous to the eyes if you lose your grip and slip while climbing.

“No!” The words were uttered quickly in the hopes of stopping her son from trying to climb the tree and possibly hurt himself.

“Ah Ma,” Kenny gets ready to cry again.

“I said no, and I meant no! Climbing that tree is dangerous in many ways. Go ride your bikes.”

*************150 words**************

Rules from Susan Spaulding, the host of Sunday Photo Fiction:

Welcome to 2019 and Sunday Photo Fiction! Each week I will post a new photograph, taken either by myself or donated by a member of the community. The challenge is to write a story using 200 words or less based, on the prompt. When you are done, post your story and the photo prompt on your blog. Make sure you give proper credit when using the photo.  Use the “Click Here to Enter”  icon to add your story to the SPF collection. While you are there, take time to read and comment on some of the other stories. I know you will not be disappointed.

Tessa

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

Weekend Writing Prompt #110 – Glacial – by Sammi Cox


Weekend Writing Prompt #110 – Glacial – by Sammi Cox

Sammi Cox’s Rules:

The challenge is simple: each week you will be given an exact number of words you can use to write a poem or piece of prose.  You can use any format or style you like; go wherever your inspiration takes you.  The only rules are these:

  • your poem/prose must contain this week’s word.  The word does not have to count towards the exact word count total – it can be in the title, or the first letters of the lines of a poem can spell it out – you can be as creative as you want as long as it’s there somewhere.
  • the length of your poem/prose must match the number of words stated in this week’s challenge.  No more.  No less.

*************continuation from last weekend**************

“Work it out with her?” Rhonda’s stare was glacial.

“Well sure, you didn’t think I was planning on making you permanent in my life now did you?”

Connie says, “Keep her or not, I don’t want to be in this marriage anymore. I am tired of your affairs.”

“Oh Connie, please, let’s talk about it.”

“There is nothing to talk about. Sign the divorce papers now,”

***********66 words**************

Tessa

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

Fandango’s Provocative Question #27 #FPQ


Fandango’s Provocative Question #27

So today’s provocative question is all about Unidentified Flying Objects, or UFOs:

“If you could choose one — and only one — particular malady, condition, or disease for which a safe and effective treatment was available, what one condition would you choose to treat and why is that your choice?”

I would choose Diabetes. I started as a Type 2 Diabetic. Slowly over the years, I got worse. A couple of years ago I started to use insulin and was an insulin dependent diabetic. Now I no longer make my own insulin and I am a Type 1 Diabetic with an insulin pump that constantly pumps insulin through my body. It is attached to my body and always in the way. I didn’t mind the 4 x a day injections, but my doctor said this would control my sugars better and he is right. I have to change the infusion site every 3 days rather than 4 injections a day.

Tessa

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

 

Thursday photo prompt: Small #writephoto


Thursday photo prompt: Small #writephoto

Sue’s Rules, while on vacation:

Reminder… week 2

Welcome to this week’s writephoto prompt. As I am traveling, I have posted four photographs to cover TWO weeks of prompts. The two prompt words are ‘small’ and ‘choices’.

Take your pick.

Each week, choose one of the images below as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon(GMT)  Wednesday 19th June and link back to this post with a pingback to be included in the round-up.  There is no word limit and no style requirements, except to keep it fairly family friendly.

**Please note that many people on WordPress are having problems with pingbacks not getting through, so please also leave a comment on this post, linking back to your response to the prompt so that I know you have posted. **

All posts that were not featured in the partial round-up published this morning will be listed in the round-up on Thursday, June 20th, linking back to the original posts of contributors. Please note that as I will be traveling, the round-up post will go out later than usual that day.

In the meantime, I will reblog as many of the responses here on the Daily Echo as time and internet access allows and (more or less) in the order in which they come in, but please be aware that comments may be delayed or minimal on days when I am traveling.

Please link your post to this by creating a pingback. If you are unsure of how to create a pingback, Hugh has an excellent tutorial here.

Pingbacks need to be manually approved, and many people are having problems with them not getting through at all, so either check back to make sure that the pingback has appeared or simply copy and paste your link into the comments section of this post.

Feel free to use #writephoto logo or include the prompt photo in your post if you wish or you can replace it with one of your own to illustrate your work. Don’t forget to use the #writephoto hashtag in your title so your posts can be found.

 

 

Hard Choices #2

This is a continuation of last weeks story “Hard Choices.” 

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

Rob looked at the time. It was later than he had thought it was. Even though the time with Linda hadn’t taken as long as usual, he had been late for one thing. Getting the ring took more time than he expected. But then she had turned him down flat when he proposed. He wasn’t in any hurry to head to the meeting place with his wife, Sandy.

He was still dumbfounded. He was positive that Linda wanted him to ask her to marry him. She had made enough hints that he thought he had read her right. When she said no to marrying him he was both relieved and upset. He was also glad that he didn’t tell his wife that he wanted a divorce yet. He could still go back to her and try to forget Linda.

He had continually told her that he wasn’t leaving his wife for her and she said she understood and didn’t expect him to leave his wife for her anyhow, but he was not convinced she meant it. As their time together grew more intimate and they talked a lot about feelings. he grew to think she was in love with him anyhow.

He didn’t know what to do about this situation. He was in fact, in love with her. He never told her that. As the summer wore down and he knew these meetings would not happen like they were now as the weather was getting cooler and soon would be too cold for meeting outdoors. She had roommates and couldn’t take him to her apartment so they were basically stuck to meeting in the car and that would take some of the romance out of their meetings.

He figured he had better get to the meeting with Sandy at their place. She would be worried by now. He was surprised she hadn’t called. She was always calling and checking up on him and he wondered if she knew something. He drove to the spot on the ocean where they always met. It was where they had met each other.

He parked the car and got out. As he looked down towards the beach he saw a small figure lay some items on the sand and position them and then head out to the water. Sandy’s car was in the parking lot so she was here, He worried about what she was doing. It was too cold for swimming and she couldn’t swim anyhow.

He ran as fast as he could down the rocky path yelling her name. She didn’t stop or turn around. He knew it was her.

She was far enough out and was floundering in the surf. The waves were going over her head. She struggled for a while and then stopped fighting.

Rob reached the water and dove in. He grabbed her body and pulled her head out of the water, but she was limp. He pulled her out of the water and laid her on the sand, calling her name and trying to revive her. She wasn’t responding. He went for his phone, but the soaking it got had stopped it from working. He saw the pile of her stuff and her phone was laying on top of her jacket along with an envelope and the receipt for the diamond engagement ring he had just bought for Linda. Oh God, he had wondered where that had gone.

Dialing 9-1-1, he rapidly told the operator he needed an ambulance as his wife had been in the water and wasn’t breathing.

Waiting for the ambulance, and the police he knew they would send along, he thought about how stupid he had been. He must have dropped the receipt when he had stopped at the house on his way to meet Linda.

Here he was thinking how great it was that he hadn’t asked Sandy for a divorce, but his luck was against him. He had dropped the receipt and he thought she was suspicious anyhow so that was the icing on the cake for her.

This was all his fault. She was dead. Not only had he lost Linda, but he lost his wife as well and if he was lucky they wouldn’t think he had done this.

He saw the envelope addressed to him. He tore it open as the ambulance sirens sounded in the distance.

It said:

Rob,

I have known about Linda for quite some time. She is my best friend’s sister and she talked about her and her relationship with a married man. Each time she talked it made it more clear who the man was. She didn’t know I was the wife though. When I saw the receipt for the ring, I couldn’t go on. I hope you two will be happy together.

I still loved you despite the hurt you caused me.

Sandy

“What happened here,” the policemen asked.

Rob recited the whole sordid story. They loaded Sandy into the ambulance after failing to revive her.

“Sir, you will have to come with us for further questioning in this suspicious death. I know it appears that she killed herself, but we have to be sure. We also need to contact this Linda.”

Rob wished he were dead as well.

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Tessa

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

Three Things Challenge: PL117


Three Things Challenge: PL117

Rules from Paula:

Welcome to the Three Things Challenge. Every day at 10PM (PST) I will post three seemingly unconnected things that will, hopefully, ignite your muse. You don’t have to use all three things if you don’t want to. There are no restrictions on length, style, genre, or anything. Simply read the prompt, see where your muse takes you, and bring us along for the ride. Use 3TC as a tag if you’d like and link back to this prompt, or post your link in the comments below so others can find you.

Happy Writing! 😀

Today’s prompt: witch, pillow, margarita

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Nasty Old Witch

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

We walked the same route every night. It was the nicest route with houses full of beautiful flowers surrounding them.

The bad part of the walk is the nasty old witch, propped up on pillows and drinking margaritas and shouting epithets. No matter what time of day or night she lay there ensconced in her pillows, drinking and calling everyone names as they meander past.

We need to find a new route.

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Tessa

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

 

Twittering Tales #139 by Kat – 6/11/19


 

Inspired by Kat at Twittering Tales

Photo by Portrait of Tracy at Pixabay.com

My Mannequin

By Tessa Smeigh

“Wait, there’s my mannequin, Ron. She’s wearing my favorite dress. Help me get her out of here.”
“Linda! She’s headless. We need to get out of here. Find the negatives or we’re leaving without them.”
“Ron, get the books. I’ll get the negatives and the dress and then we’ll go!”

**********276 characters************

These tidbits have been continuing from week to week for about a month now. 

Rules from Kat:

Each Tuesday I will provide a photo prompt. Your mission, if you choose to accept the challenge, is to tell a story in 280 characters or less. When you write your tale, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale. If you would prefer to post your tale in the comments (some people have very specific blog themes but still want to participate), I am happy to post a link to your site when I post your tale in the Round Up.

A final note: if you need help tracking the number of characters in your story, there is a nifty online tool that will count for you at charactercountonline.com.

I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing a new prompt. And if for some reason I missed your entry in the Roundup, as I have occasionally done, please let me know. I want to be sure to include your tale.

Finally, have fun!

And REMEMBER…you have 280 characters (spaces and punctuation included), to tell your tale…and a week to do it. I can’t wait to see what you create this week.

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Tessa

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

 

Sunday Photo Fiction – June 9, 2019


Sunday Photo Fiction – June 9, 2019

Photo Credit: Susan Spaulding

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Brothers!

By Teresa Smeigh 2019

Didi’s special birthday party included a sleepover. Her dad put up a tent for the girls to sleep in.

The girls were planning on sleeping outside alone provided none of the other parents objected or any of the girls were afraid.

Didi had slept outside in the tent a lot with her sisters so she wasn’t worried at all.

The other mothers objected, and they only agreed if either Didi’s older sister or her mother was with them. Didi was disappointed, but if she wanted to sleep in the tent she had to agree. She would much prefer her older sister than her mother, but that would depend on whether Susan was available.

Susan had a date which left her mother. Her mother wasn’t any happier sleeping in the tent either, but she had promised Didi they could sleep outside so it was up to her.

The girls arrived and they climbed into the tent with Didi and her mom. After all the fun died down and they were ready for sleep, a moaning began outside the tent. The girls were scared and didn’t listen to Didi’s mom about it being nothing.

Sudden laughter outside showed Didi’s two brothers.

*************199 words**************

Rules from Susan, the host of Sunday Photo Fiction:

Welcome to 2019 and Sunday Photo Fiction! Each week I will post a new photograph, taken either by myself or donated by a member of the community. The challenge is to write a story using 200 words or less based, on the prompt. When you are done, post your story and the photo prompt on your blog. Make sure you give proper credit when using the photo.  Use the “Click Here to Enter”  icon to add your story to the SPF collection. While you are there, take time to read and comment on some of the other stories. I know you will not be disappointed.