The Couple on Flight 259: a pandimesional tale told in two parts

July 30, 2014July 31, 201439 Comments

It’s time again for Friday Fictioneers which is brought to you each week by Rochelle at Addicted to Purple.

PHOTO PROMPT- Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The Couple on Flight 259:

a pandimensional tale told in two parts

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“Honey, what’s that big X down there?”

“Couldn’t say, dear. I’ve never noticed it before.”

“Me neither. It’s very strange.”

George replies, “Maybe it’s a heliport, darling.” and returning to his in-flight magazine he instantly tunes her out.

“Ah, that makes sense”, mumbles Merriam, and puts on her earphones.

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Charley! I told you playtime was over. Now you and your brother put your toys away this instant; it’s time for dinner!

Aw . . . !

Charley pulls the plug on his toy, then snatching the airplane from Billie’s hand he tosses them into the basket.

Laughing, they race for the door.

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Words: 100

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For some really great takes on this weeks prompt, please look

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What will you write?

Try it!

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Pandimensional: A term first coined in *The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, by Douglas Adams, which means “Of or pertaining to all dimensions of reality”

* Please do yourself a favor and skip the Disnified movie version and go read the book! 😉

When your life is out of balance…

July 27, 201436 Comments

It’s time to give your blog a facelift!

It is said that when everything is out of control, then you simply control what you can.

So in my mind the blogging facelift was an easy target.

Oh, but don’t start when the weatherman says a storm is coming and your power goes out in the middle of the night and in the morning you wake up late to find that the clocks are 3 hours off and

Your modem is toast!

I wasn’t done yet.

We went from last Friday to this Wednesday with no internet connection. I know, I know,

Whaaaa… Boo-hoo…!

But seriously, aren’t most of you pretty much tuned in to being connected to the net, your friends, and all the other helpful resources provided at your fingertips?

Thankfully, the folks at AT&T replaced it at no charge to us.

Thank you AT&T!

I am now done with the makeover.

I like it.

Do you?

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In my next post I will talk about the life out of balance part.

I’ve dropped hints here and there but hadn’t the energy to get into it.

For those who worry about such things I will set your mind to rest and tell you that nothing dire has happened. I promise.

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Now it is late here and I am tired.

I’ll see you soon.

Perhaps Monday?

Goodnight!

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Here is something pretty to look at while you wait.

This phlox grows outside my window and smells divine. They are over five feet tall this year! I liked how the light was playing on the petals. If you click on them for a closer look you will have a better indication of their true color.

Friday Fictioneers: from boney fingers to chopsticks

July 24, 2014October 7, 201536 Comments

It’s time again for Friday Fictioneers which is brought to you each week by Rochelle at Addicted to Purple.

A special thank you to Marie Gail Stratford for the sharing of her photograph.

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From Boney Fingers to Chopsticks

Grandma had teased her from real young about her weight. Reachin’ down with her bony, sharp nailed fingers, she’d just grab onta the bulge hanging over her pants and twist. It always left a bruise.

As an adult weighing over 200 pounds she felt ashamed of her size 18 pants, and finally decided to do something about it. Making friends with Shiomi at work, she asked her for lessons on the use of chopsticks. She told her,

“Tryin’ta eat with them might slow me down some and I’ll lose some weight!”

She was dismayed at how quickly she’d become proficient.

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Words: 100

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For some really great takes on this weeks prompt, please look

~ HERE ~

Notes on today’s writing:

It is said that you should write from what you know. Taking that to heart in today’s story there are some kernels of what I know in this piece. The character’s voice is my attempt at recreating from memory the sound of my grandmother. She was a coal miner’s daughter from Virginia. Did it work?