Friday Fictioneers: Mary

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

 

Mary

 

Mary looked out the window of the nursing home. She thought,

The staff and other inmates are alright. But I was young once.

Mary remembered the hot labourer Frank.

Now he was a hot potato. Pulling me behind the old Church for what the young people today call nookie. 

Frank had run off when he realised she was pregnant. She was put in a Mother and Baby Home and never saw her birth daughter again once the baby was put up for adoption. She had extensively searched with no luck.

She looked out the window again.

She’s out there somewhere.

 

 

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Friday Fictioneers: Small Shell

 

 

 

 

Small Shell

 

He stood by his shell collection. Watched as his daughter finished packing to go out into the big world. He beckoned gently for her to come over.

“You see this small shell, it reminds me of you.”

“A small shell in a big pond.”

“It has so much to offer. It will be put down many times. I want it to, well I want you to know Cassie that the smallest voices can have the biggest messages and the biggest voices try to put those people down. Pick your moments but never let your beautiful sentiments drown in the sea.”

 

 

(While this story is fictional, the picture made me think instantly of my late father Brian who loved the beach, he was originally from Dun Laoghaire. In 100 words, I couldn’t possibly fit all the wonderful life lessons he taught me to be a strong, yet sensitive youngish woman but he was a major part of ensuring I had that balance. He was a truly wonderful, kind-hearted man who always said you are no better but no worse than anybody else and never felt anybody should be made to feel less than anybody else. He was also very encouraging of me and my sister and encouraged us to go after what we wanted in work and find our place in the world and to have our voice heard. Later this month he will be gone from us 10 years and I felt this photo prompt came at a poignant time to pay tribute to a true gentleman in every sense of the word. Rest in peace Dad, love you. xxx)

 

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Friday Fictioneers: Promoting

 

 

 

 

Promoting

 

“Tea or coffee?”, Greg asked the publisher who he was trying to network with.

“Coffee please.”, the publisher replied.

Greg makes coffee.

“I’ve got this book about this bloke, a writer. He falls in love on a writer’s retreat … there’s a subplot about his friend who is a doctor …”

“What is the woman he falls for like? The doctor, what’s he like?”

Greg smiled, said he’d talk about it sometime, went to find a publisher who might be right for the project. His main character fell for a bloke. His doctor friend was a woman. This wasn’t a good fit.

 

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Friday Fictioneers: Double Delusions

 

 

 

Double Delusions

 

Arriving at the restaurant Susie looked at the umbrellas. She climbed up on the fencing and tried to figure out the code. The code which would save her life. She sat for hours in thought until she heard the familiar voice of her wife Emily.

“Come down darling. It’ll be ok.”

She’s with them. They have got to her too.

“Don’t come any closer.”

Emily held back tears. It had been like this for as long as she knew Susie. But she still hoped against hope that she could help Susie in the way everyone else failed to do before.

 

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Friday Fictioneers: A Love of Vintage

 

 

 

 

A Love of Vintage

 

I was in my mid-twenties, he in his late fifties. At the beginning it was purely a mentor/protégé relationship. We’d debate whether Queen Elizabeth I was involved in Amy Dudley’s death. Soon we had gone from talking to kissing to making love. I sometimes looked at the vintage clock he had on the wall, thought how my Dad would hit him over the head with it if he knew he was sleeping with his youngest son. No one would understand that it was love, just see a dirty old man and a weird younger one after the big house.

 

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Friday Fictioneers: For Granted

 

 

 

For Granted      

 

It had been years since I had left my house. Everything had happened so quickly. I had gone from carefree to a mess. From out and about to reclusive. Now I just watched from my window and wondered how things could have been.

What if she hadn’t lied? Hadn’t said I had raped her? What if I hadn’t made an enemy of her by saying it was over? Would I now be a middle-aged man with a wife and a couple of kids taking life for granted? 

Oh how I want to take life for granted again. Like I did.

 

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Friday Fictioneers: Catholic Ireland

 

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Nathan Sowers grandson of our own Dawn M. Miller

 

Catholic Ireland

 

Mother put biscuits on a tray. Father joked with our neighbours. Lots of sandwiches and tea were out when Father O’Neill, the parish Priest, came to visit our house. I would be sent into the shed with Father O’Neill to learn my prayers, become a good little Catholic boy. In the solitude and peace of the Lord, Father O’Neill always said. Without question my parents believed him in 1940s Catholic Ireland.
Years gone on, I think of the dark horrors I endured in that shed. I still have my faith. But I’m ready to expose the hell of my childhood.

 

 

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