WHEN A BABY BIRD LEAVES THE NEST

 

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Photo Copyright: Al Forbes

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–October 16th, 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/sunday-photo-fiction-october-16th-2016/

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 198 Words

WHEN A BABY BIRD LEAVES THE NEST by P.S. Joshi

When Wanda went to Business College in 1960, she expected to get a job, then a boyfriend, then quit working after about a year and start a family. Many girls did that in those days.

When she interviewed for her first office job, they told her, “You’re too young and pretty. You’ll soon get married and quit work to start a family.”

She finally did find a job but stopped dating that boyfriend.

She dated several boys but none turned out to be the right one for marriage. In several years, she saved some money so quit work to go to college and learn teaching.

There was still no boy she wanted to marry. In four years, she started teaching. She still lived at home. Her father and she were close and he got used to having her living at home. However, she began to get restless. She felt life was leaving her behind as she was in her late twenties and still single. Her mother was fine with her getting her own place to live just so she was happy.

When she told her father, he almost cried.  He said, “People will think we had a fight.”

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Glassine Visions~

Beautiful and highly unusual.

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Seattle’s Garden and Glass Museum showcases the magical worlds created by glass artist Dale Chihuly.
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Chihuly creates huge glass wonderlands,
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resembling hallucinatory under-seascapes,
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full of phantasmagorical deep-sea creatures.

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Mirrors create reflective visions like crystalline creatures from outer space.

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There are magic mushrooms,
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glowing like alien forms,

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in surreal secret gardens.
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Visiting here one feels much like Alice with a two-way ticket to wonderland!
Cheers to you from the inventive worlds of Dale Chihuly~

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A ROMANTIC DINNER

 

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Photo Copyright: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Here we are all gathered together again this week. We’re now in a dimly-lit restaurant. This is the Friday Fictioneers group. Our hostess for this gathering  is the talented and gracious author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge for each of us 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 be inspired by the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt was provided by Rochelle herself. Thanks again, Rochelle.

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/2016/10/12/14-october-2016/

Genre: Humor Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

A ROMANTIC DINNER by P.S. Joshi

Dave had taken Myra out for a romantic dinner on their 40th Wedding Anniversary.

“Dave, I can’t read the menu. How am I supposed to order? This might be considered romantic for some, but my eyes are not young anymore. Are these lamps supposed to be the only light or didn’t they pay the bill?”

“Alright, Myra, I guess I’ve made a mistake, but John at the office suggested this place.”

“How old is John?”

“He’s twenty-three.”

“Twenty-three? He’s younger than our kids and I’ve got outfits older than that.”

“Okay, Myra. You’ve made your point.”

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Okay, an update…

New information.

I just got a letter from the Chinese consulate in Ghangzhou, they refused to give the police report and the medical examination to our congressman. I am not sure why… or how they can get away with this.

I NEED these documents for the accidental life insurance policies. I NEED these documents for the workman’s compensation claim. I don’t know what to do next, except raise a stink and hell about it.

I will NOT give up on this! I feel like I owe it to my husband, I feel like he and his work has been disrespected. I feel like he was nothing to his company, nothing to anyone… The company he worked for didn’t even send me a sympathy card, nor did they have a memorial for him. Our former employer did, hell even a company he worked for in 2001 sent me a card. Sure, his company…

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Pictures of my injuries, as promised… (not for squeamish)

Kawanee’s moving injuries.

These are injuries gained during my move… They slowed me down, but we are moved in! Now I need to put up what we will use, organize what we keep for sentimental reasons and decorate so everything is homey and cozy. (Yes, I’ll post pictures then too.)

okay first the fingers… Note to self, do not slam fingers in the car door…. Luckily for me nothing was broken. They say I’ll lose the one nail, but after almost 2 weeks it’s hanging in there. So, here’s hoping. These pictures were taken today, so you can imagine what it looked like fresh. Yes, it hurt. Yes, I used some colorful language. Yes, it still hurts. Yes, I went to the ER. My sister in law drove me and made me an ice pack. (Thank you, Darla!)

And now for the leg… For you curious or writer types, this is what happens…

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NIGHT ON THE BOOKSHELF

 

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Photo Copyright: Al Forbes

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–October 9th, 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/2016/10/09/sunday-photo-fiction-october-9th-2016/

Genre: Fantasy Fiction

Word Count: 200 Words

NIGHT ON THE BOOKSHELF by P.S. Joshi

It was night on the bookshelf in Laura’s bedroom. She loved fantasy and fairy tales.

About midnight while she was sleeping, there was movement on the shelf. She’d left a storybook open. A knight in shiny armor was clanking around followed by a woodcutter.

“My good man,” said the knight, “where are we?”

“I know not sire,” remarked the woodcutter. “The last thing I was doing was chopping wood for the king.”

The knight took off his helmet and gauntlets and put them under his arm. “I was at a tournament ready to unseat Sir Reginald. I could have succeeded too but my horse has disappeared. Where the dickens is my horse?”

Just then a shepherdess came along with a single sheep following her. “Good sirs, have you seen the rest of my flock? I’ve lost my sheep and don’t know where to find them.”

“Well don’t ask me,” said the knight. “I can’t find my doggone horse and he’s much bigger than a sheep.”

“There’s nothing to chop here,” complained the woodcutter. “The king will freeze in that cold castle and I’ll lose my head.”

In the morning, Laura sighed and once more put them back in their book.

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My own place…

Kawanee’s doing a great job getting settled in her new home.

Well, we got our new home, Yippee for not sleeping on mom’s couch anymore! Still working on getting moved in, the move was going great until…. one of my fingers suffered a blowout.

I slammed my fingers in the liftgate on my SUV. X-rays say nothing is broken, but top of one finger is kinda mangled where the blood was forced out of the tip. It’s still bleeding after a couple of days and it hurts like a __________! Will likely end up losing the fingernail.

I’ll post pics as soon as I can. (of the new house and the fingers)

While moving we found a stray kitten, sooooo I now have a pet. 🙂 I thought moving into a new place would be emotional for me, but it was okay until I had to move hubby’s dresser and saw all his clothes that I wasn’t ready to deal with and…

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