Month: August 2023

Energized

Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Reflections, Writing Tags: , , , , , , , , 39 Comments

 

Twenty kilometers. His heart thumped in his ears. His muscles screamed for relief. He pushed through. Almost there. A bit more. One last hill.

Done.

All he needed to do now was get to his bike. Pedal home. Thankfully, mostly downhill.

He’d have a warm shower while the coffee brewed. Get some oatmeal going. Fry an egg. Make toast. His mouth watered.

A distant rumble sounded, and he looked up. The heavy bank of clouds that followed him, finally caught up.

Light flashed. Whoa! So close! A second wind propelled his legs as he sprinted, suddenly energized, to his bike.

 

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

Photo prompt: @ Dale Rogerson

 

Mostly Between

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“I gotta go,” Ari stuffed a sandwich into her mouth with one hand and a sweater into her bag with the other.

“Wait!” Ella’s eyes remained on her phone’s screen.

“Can’t.” Ari grabbed the keys. “I’ll be late for work.”

She left before Ella said another word, or at least, without hearing it.

They needed her job. Ella, per usual, was “between jobs.”

And I’m mostly between heaven and earth, Ari chuckled. She got into the car, shifted gears, and took a deep breath. Meditation was a crucial part of acrobatics. Even if it was not Cirque, but only shark-diving.

 

 

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

Photo prompt: © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

 

His Claim

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(Photo: Stefan Spassov on Unsplash)

 

His claim was

Impartiality.

In practice he exhibited bias

So pervasive

As to blind him.

 

 

 

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt of: impartiality in 15 words

The Ride Home

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(Photo prompt: Brenda Cox)

 

She saw the red bus nearing. Her eyes stung. Must be the jet-lag and little sleep. Home seemed far. Unreal, almost.

Or was this home?

She pressed her bag against the fullness in her chest.

This question was part of what she’d come all this way to explore.

The crush of people carried her onto the vehicle. Up the staircase. To the top.

She leaned into the seat and let the sounds of a language she’d forgotten wash through her. Awakening belonging. Remembering despair.

She’d been four when her adoptive parents came.

One day she belonged here. The next, nowhere.

 

 

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

 

All Better Soon

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(Photo: Uwe Conrad on Unsplash)

 

She cried into the onions, peeled the taters, chopped the carrots, minced the garlic, seared the chicken bits.

Around her a cacophony of coughs.

A prodigious sneeze.

She wiped. She washed her hands. She stirred.

The panacea simmered.

There’s nothing chicken soup won’t fix.

 

 

 

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt of: Panacea in 44 words

 

Uncle Ronnie’s Cabin

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Mama said it would be “an adventure.”

Lizette knew this meant no argument. No whining. Mama needed “Mama Time”. 

“Just the weekend,” Mama said.

Lizette knew this meant at least a week. Till Mama grew tired of her new Beau. Or the Beau grew tired of Mama.

Did Uncle Ronnie know Mama’s language? Will he care?

It was dark when they arrived. Light flickered in the cabin’s window.

Mama let her out. Told her to knock. Drove away as the door opened.

Lizette shuddered. Entered. Gasped. Sighed.

The chandelier tree. The moose. Her uncle’s smile.

She could stay a while.

 

 

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

Photo prompt © Alicia Jamtaas