#FridayFictioneers – Road’s Closed

PHOTO PROMPT © Björn Rudberg

“Road’s closed,” George huffed, slipping his pack off and tossing it. He settled beside it and pulled a canteen free. “Guess we’re heading back.”

“We can’t. Look at all that nature.” Riley gestured out beyond the horizon, his voice panicked. “No way can we turn back now.”

George pulled hard from the canteen and nodded. “You may be right.”

Riley grinned. “I knew you’d…”

“Hold on,” George interrupted. “You’ve got fifteen minutes to take pictures or whatever. Then I’m heading back.”

Riley stomped off. There was no sense in arguing.

Walking back, George considered driving back to get his sign.

WC: 100

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Along the Paseo

Won't you sit with me,
On the patio.
Perhaps we could walk,
Along the paseo.

Either way,
It would be nice to talk.
Small or large,
I'll be sure not to balk.

Stop along and smell the flowers,
Sitting 'neath tall trees.
Listening to beautiful music,
Of the chirping chick-a-dees.

Won't you walk with me?
Talk with me?
Be with me?

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#WeekendCoffeeShare – Music Kind of Night

cappuccino on tableIf we were having coffee, I’d tell you that this is a music kind of night.  As a point of fact, I opted to listen to music on the way home from work tonight.  That drive is normally filled with whatever book I’m listening to on Audible at the time, but not tonight.  Tonight, the music called to me, and I answered.  So sit back and enjoy a cup of something.  I have coffee, tea, and sundry other things to sate you thirst.

As we talk, we can listen to some music.  I’ve got my favorite playlist going.  Willie Nelson (City of New Orleans) is on right now, and who knows what’s next.  Ohh, Elton John, Candle in the Wind!  I love this song! Continue reading “#WeekendCoffeeShare – Music Kind of Night”

#FridayFictioneers – Flying

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

Marko’s reflection fell off the edge of the sliding glass door as it opened to the balcony.  Scents of coco-butter and flowers pushed long dark strands across a tanned face.

Wind swept memories tickled his mind as he stepped from the room.  He had flown, had known the freedom of it, and now he was weighted so firm he could not even think how.  But why?

Nothing made him stop.  Nothing he could remember.

Stepping over the rail, he set eyes on the horizon.  If he could just remember.

Leaning forward, he thought, “if you don’t jump, you’ll never know.”

WC:  100

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#WeekendCoffeeShare – Running Late Again

cappuccino on tableIf we were having coffee, I’d tell you to help yourself to a cup.  I’ve got some brewed up and it’s in its usual spot there on the counter.  I’ve also got some tea bags if that’s your thing, so feel free to hook yourself up.

I’m sorry for not getting it for you, but you see, I’m running a bit late.  The #WeekendCoffeeShare link up closes soon, so I’m typing away, a bit frantic even.  It wasn’t my plan to run so late, but alas, here we are.  The best laid plans and all that applies here.

We do have some Counting Crows playing, so not everything is frantic.  I find their music good and relaxing, often listening while writing.  Somehow, music in the background helps.  It’s strange to me, as it is a very big distraction if I’m trying to read.  (I prefer the quiet!)  Some things need not to be explained though.  Some things just are. Continue reading “#WeekendCoffeeShare – Running Late Again”

#FridayFictioneers – The Champ

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Roberto slapped the buzzing clock into silence.  Could it really be 4:00 am already?

He hurt.  All over.  Last night’s fight had been a rough one, and he bore the cuts and bruises to prove it.

Groaning, he rolled from the bed and grinned.  Yes, it had been rough, but also glorious.  He could feel the belt hanging heavy about his waist.  The best feeling in the world.  He was the champ.

That wasn’t permission to rest though.  He hadn’t become the champ by resting.  The gym waited.

Pulling on sweats, he stepped into the cold.  It was time to train.

WC:  100

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