Aladdin’s Ally

November 28, 2018Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Reflections, Writing Tags: 100WordChallenge, Antiques, Collector, Creative writing, Fantasy, Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Micro-fiction, Wishful Thinking, Writing prompt, You never know 33 Comments

PHOTO PROMPT © Nick Allen

He didn’t find it yet, but failure was just motivation to keep trying.

People said playing the lottery was folly. Yet some people won that … and laughed all the way to the bank.

He wasn’t going to let those of little faith dissuade him.

Sure, let them think he was into antique oil and kerosene containers. It kept badgering to a minimum and lent him some credibility in scouting flee markets.

No one needs to know that what he’s really after, is an authentic genie lamp.

He’ll find it, and laugh all the way to the bank.

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

Till The Cows Come Home

November 27, 2018Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Photography, Writing Tags: CFFC, cold, Cow, Creative writing, Photo Challenge, Photography, Poetry, snow, Storm, winter, Writing prompt 6 Comments

Photo: Atara Katz

Trudge on home

In the dampness,

Put the hooves

To slush and ice.

Dream of warmth,

Of troughs of oats,

The dry barn filled

With hay so nice.

For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Cold

Itty Bitty Hugely Pretty

November 25, 2018Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Photography, Reflections, Writing Tags: Beautiful, Bloom, Creative writing, flowers, Friday Foto Fun, Nature, Photo Challenge, Photography, Poetry, Rhyme, Small Things 7 Comments

Photo: Amitai Asif

Tiny shoots of tender growth

Fill meadows’ hearts

With glorious froth.

The pastel blooms

Are itty bitty

But they sure are

Hugely pretty!

For the Friday Foto Fun Challenge: Little things

No Chicken, No Egg.

November 24, 2018November 24, 2018Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Photography, Reflections, Writing Tags: Caution, competition, Creative writing, Flash Fiction, Hiking, Micro-fiction, peer-pressure, Trekking, What Pegman Saw, Writing prompt, Young Adults 15 Comments

Photo: An Errant Knight @ Wikimedia Commons

“The sign says not to hike beyond this point.”

“Signs can’t talk,” Jerry guffawed, “and anyway, that’s just legal butt-covering.”

Robert looked at the icy terrain. It looked awfully slippery. It was getting late and they still needed to hike back. He didn’t think they should continue. He also hated being Nagging Grandma. He shrugged.

Bennett elbowed him and pushed to the lead. “Well, I’m no sissy. All the fun’s up there. Road less traveled and all that.”

Robert’s neck warmed at the insult. Bennett always had to make things a competition, including who was Jerry’s ‘real’ friend and who the fifth-wheeler.

“You coming or you chicken?” Bennett sniggered.

“Last one up’s a rotten egg!” Jerry grinned.

The two barreled ahead.

Robert trudged below them, full of dread.

Later he would wonder how to tell their parents that chicken and rotten egg were the last words they ever said.

For What Pegman Saw: Bridal Veil Falls, Utah

Night Light

November 24, 2018Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Photography, Reflections, Writing Tags: City lights, Creative writing, Flash Fiction, Micro-fiction, Night, Refugees, Seeking help, Tenacity, Weekend Writing Prompt, Worry, Writing prompt 6 Comments

Photo: Amitai Asif

“Almost there!” she sighed.

What had been an orange halo of illumination at the horizon of their climb finally crystalized into evidence of habitation.

She could hear Merri’s labored breath behind her.

“Not long now,” she cajoled to mask her wariness.

Will they be welcomed or will they be turned out again? The other two places were small towns. This was a big city. Perhaps they could blend in. Hide in plain sight.

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Illumination in 73 words

Bow Break

November 22, 2018Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Photography, Reflections, Writing Tags: Boats, Calm, Creative writing, Dock, Pause, PFTW, Photo a Week, Photo Challenge, Photography, Poetry, travel Leave a comment

Photo: Inbar Asif

And the boats

Took a break,

Let the oars

Catch their breath

And the dock

Pat their bows.

For the Photo For The Week Challenge: Boats

Outdoor Sunday

November 21, 2018Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Reflections, Writing Tags: 100WordChallenge, Creative writing, Family, Finding peace, Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Micro-fiction, Nature, Siblings, Tolerance, Weekend 21 Comments

“This is perfect,” Juliette leaned back onto her elbows and let the sound wash over her.

“Uhhumm…” Doug scraped mud off his pantleg. His fingers yearned for his phone but he had almost no battery left. He wondered for the hundredth time how long before they returned to the car.

Juliette smiled. She knew Doug found nature torturous. The quiet bored him. He disliked pebbles, creepy-crawlers, wind, and grass-stains.

She also knew her brother tolerated their periodical “Outdoor Sunday” just because he loved her … And because he understood better than anyone how much she’d lost when floods took the homestead.

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

Cold Edge

November 17, 2018Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Meditations, Muse and Flow, Photography, Reflections, Writing Tags: Creative writing, Extreme, Geology, Glacier, History, Inhabitable, Photography, Poetry, travel, Weekend Writing Prompt, Writing Challenge 5 Comments

Photo: Amitai Asif

At the fringe of the habitable

Where the ice kisses sky,

And the black rock remembers

Lava’s wrath, ashes’ sigh,

The cold wraps hands around hearts

To reach deep and warmth pry.

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Fringe (34 words)

Mountain Charm

November 14, 2018Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Reflections, Writing Tags: 3LineTales, Briefly, Creative writing, Ice Hockey, Making do, MicroFiction, playing, Poetry, training, winter 4 Comments

Photo: Priscilla du Preez via Unsplash

They did not need a rink when the lake made one for them. They did not have a coach but their skates learned to guide them. They were one with the ice as the pucks flew around them. They played in the cold while the old mountain charmed them.

For Three Line Tales: #146

Relative Safety

November 14, 2018Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Reflections, Writing Tags: 100WordChallenge, Creative writing, Disabilities, Dystopia, Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Micro-fiction, parenting, Protection, Refugees, Writing Challenge 29 Comments

“Should be safe to rest here,” Ron lowered Percy’s carrier. The straps left red gouges on his shoulders. The boy was too big to be carried but we had to leave the wheelchair behind.

Ron rolled his neck, glanced at the underpass’s puddle, and reached for the tablets. “I’ll purify some water.”

“Will they find us, Mama?” Percy put words to my heartache. He’d endured silently through miles of jarring terrain.

“We’ve been careful,” I looked into his worried eyes as I massaged the contracted limbs. “Also, new laws or not, we won’t let you be taken by Leave-Only-Abled-Children raids.”

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers