Oscar Becomes a Hero

A story by Sir David Prosser.

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Facebook surprise me with memories sometimes. This morning they reminded me of a piece I’d written 5 years ago to the day when I was writing about Oscar. He was just 16 at this point. He lived until just past his 18th birthday and died on Oct 1st 2013. During all that time we’d recorded his battles with the other household ‘pets’ introduced by Julia. The three ‘girls’ who were rats and beautiful and the degus who though delightful to look at had less intelligence than a peanut and who made short work of all the wires in the lounge whenever they broke free.

Anyway, here’s the piece Facebook reminded me of.

How easily things change. One light time I’m all but invisible in the village and the next I’m the flavour of the week. Though of course that’s how it should be really.

I was a little bored…

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THE HALLWAY

 

Photo Copyright: Amy Reese

Here we are again. This week we’re in a hallway. I chose to call it a hospital hallway. We’re gathered here to discuss our original stories for the week. This is the Friday Fictioneer group. Our hostess is the talented and gracious author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge this week and every week is to write a story with no more than 100 words, not including the title. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt was provided by Amy Reese. Thanks, Amy.

To read the other stories by the group members, just click on the link given below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link for this week’s stories is as follows:

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/09/28/30-september-2016/

Genre: Speculative Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

THE HALLWAY by P.S. Joshi

Laura remembered losing consciousness and waking up in the hospital. She’d suffered from a failing heart for several years but refused to worry as it wouldn’t help.

Her family took care she didn’t overtax herself. There was always someone with her day and night. She wasn’t scared and knew one day she’d be reunited with her husband, Thomas, who’d died years before.

There was no one in the room with her. She felt better, so decided to get up and walk down the hallway. Then she saw it, a bright light ahead. Thomas was holding out his hand.

“Come, sweetheart.”

A small update:

All the best and my continued prayers for Kawanee and her son. ❤ — Suzanne

First off, were your ears burning? If so, it’s because I was talking about ya’ll today. Good stuff, I promise! My mother in law was asking who all those people were who donated to my Gofundme fund, and I told her fellow bloggers and authors mainly. She was just astounded that this was coming from people who didn’t even “know me”. So I was bragging on y’all and the encouragement, and all the support (emotional and financial) you’ve given me throughout this. I am eternally grateful, y’all rawk and are awesome so give yourselves hugs and pats on the backs. You deserve them and more. I appreciate all the kind words and help you’ve given to me.

Secondly, I’ve taken another step toward normalcy… I get the keys to my new home on Thursday. YAY! No more sleeping on my mom’s futon, maybe my back will straighten up and maybe…

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THE THRIVING BED OF DAFFODILS

 

Photo Copyright: Al Forbes

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–September 25th, 2016. Each week the host, Al Forbes, provides a picture prompt. The challenge for each member of the group is to write an original story or poem with no more than 200 words, not including the title and inspired by the prompt.

To read the other stories written by group members, just click on the link below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link to the other stories this week is as follows:

https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2016/09/25/sunday-photo-fiction-september-25th-october-2nd-2016/

Genre: Realistic Mystery Fiction

Word Count: 200 Words

THE THRIVING BED OF DAFFODILS by P.S. Joshi

Detective Gilbert loved cold cases and seeing if he could solve some before he retired. He did it on his own time so no one objected. He’d solved a few. With the introduction of DNA testing, it became easier.

He was especially interested in the disappearance of wealthy young widow, Margo Hitchens. First, her husband had died suddenly in an auto accident. The car found abandoned and burned yielded no clues to identify the driver.

Gilbert suspected Margo’s stepfather who would inherit both her share and his if she couldn’t be found. He drove out to the estate but wasn’t allowed on the ground.

He thought,  My hands are tied.

He was suspicious of various landscaping projects carried out on the property, especially a thriving bed of daffodils. The department head finally gave permission for the grounds to be excavated due to  pressure from other family members, part owners of the grounds. Detective Gilbert had sought their help, explaining his suspicions.

Digging began on a Tuesday. Shortly someone shouted, “We’ve found a body.” It was later identified as a former servant. Margo’s body was eventually found in a rose bed nearer the house. Case solved.

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[Additional note: The servant was thought to have been the driver of the car that struck and killed Margo’s husband. It was also thought he’d been paid well by her stepfather.]

Friday John Ku – AKA- Hump Day

John’s wish for us all and I agree.

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For those of you who have been keeping track, this is Friday. it should be the beginning of the last work day of the week for those in the Americas. The rest of the world has already completed the day and may even be looking at the close of Saturday (Aw).

I hope your week was good. I know mine was busy, and I think it will be good to relax and enjoy the weekend. We are expecting a little rain so it might be a good time to grab a book and rest the brain.

Today’s JohnKu talks about the need for rest.

Timeout by John W. Howell ©2016

Racing all the time,

Can jeopardize your good heath. . .

Take a hint and rest.

Happy weekend all. Cheers *clinking of the margarita glass* (Only metaphorically speaking, of course.)

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THE VENGEFUL FAIRY

 

Photo Copyright: Roger Bultot

Here we are again. This week we’re on a movie set where there’s a grand staircase. We’re gathered here to discuss our original stories for the week. This is the Friday Fictioneers group. Our hostess is the talented and gracious author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge for each of us is to write a story with no more than 100 words not including the title. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt was provided by Roger Bultot. Thanks, Roger.

To read the other stories by the group members, just click on the link given below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link for this week’s stories is as follows:

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/09/21/23-september-2016/

Genre: Fantasy/Humor Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

THE VENGEFUL FAIRY by P.S. Joshi

Melissa entered a contest to choose the head showgirl in Mr. Raymond Digby’s Bevy of Beauties Show in New York City. Secretly she had Plink, an inherited family fairy, helping her.

Plink worked her magic and Melissa was stunning but ungrateful.

“You can go now, Plink. I don’t need you for a while. I’ll handle the rest myself.”

When Melissa walked down the Grand Staircase for judging, she missed the third step. She grabbed the railing and her heel broke. Her hairpiece came loose and flopped over her eyes.

Warning: You should never make a fairy angry.

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THE LOVE NOTE

 

Photo Copyright: Al Forbes

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–September 18th, 2016.  Each week the host, Al Forbes, provides a picture prompt. The challenge for each member of the group is to write an original story or poem with no more than 200 words, not including the title and inspired by the prompt.

To read the other stories written by group members this week, just click on the link below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link to the other stories this week is as follows:

https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2016/09/18/sunday-photo-fiction-september-18th-2016/

Genre: Humor Fiction

Word Count: 200 Words

THE LOVE NOTE by P.S. Joshi

Marilyn had a crush on Wesley. They talked for hours on their cell phones.

“Well,” said her father, “I can’t forbid it as she works part time and pays the bill. It seems harmless.”

The romance started to become more serious when Marilyn wanted Wesley to write notes to her expressing his love. As they didn’t want to formally mail them and be teased they decided to find a place where each one could leave a note so the other person could find it. It also seemed a romantic idea.

They finally decided on a small Chinese ornament standing on a path in the city’s ornamental garden.

It worked well for some months. Marilyn even put perfume on her notes as Wesley said he wanted to feel she was there with him.

One day Marilyn was late in leaving her note. It was two pages and she considered it a work of art. What they didn’t know was the elderly gardener cleaned the outdoor art once a month.

When he brushed inside the ornament, the note fell out. He picked it up and read.

“Wow,” he said, “I guess I still attract the ladies. How about that.”

 

Guitar Mancer — Episode 26: Bubble

And here’s Teagan’s Episode 26 of her novel “Guitar Mancer”.