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Tallis Steelyard

People don’t realise what gifts they have, or what skills they possess. Sometimes they have the ability to do all sorts of things yet they never do them.

Obviously I am a person with many capabilities, able to turn my hand to a wide variety of work, a sonnet here, a bawdy ballad there, a saga or a dirge as the situation demands. But this is not the limit of my talents.

An example of how a poet’s talents are almost infinitely flexible could be when I was pressed into helping Uncle Jonkon. He’s the brother of Shena’s father, the nearest thing their family has to a person who is respectably successful. Contemplating the rest of the family, one can see that the respectable have found success elusive, whilst those who experience some transient flickers of success do so from beyond the bounds of respectability.

Uncle Jonkon is a dairyman…

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FOUND GUILTY

Photo Copyright: Al Forbes

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–November 27th, 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 counting 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/2016/11/27/sunday-photo-fiction-november-27th-2016/

Genre: Crime Fiction

Word Count: 200 Words

FOUND GUILTY by P.S. Joshi

Jack stood at the window and gazed out at the city almost hidden by the dusk. Any moment now the police would arrive to arrest him.

He was guilty and knew it even if the dead man was the one who did the damage. He wrecked Jack’s marriage.

Margaret wasn’t to blame. She was lonely because he was gone so much. He thought his job was keeping them together not building  a wall between them.

When he’d walked in and found them together in bed he went wild. He’d grabbed the Glock from the dresser drawer, clicked off the safety, and started shooting. He was a practiced shot spending hours at the indoor firing range. It should have been a thief he’d shoot one day.

It a way, the dirty stinker was a thief.

Now he was waiting for the police to find him. He had plenty of time to think. He had nothing else–no wife, no job, no future, no hope. He was his own worst enemy.

What do you do to an enemy? He heard a knock at the door and pictured death or life imprisonment.

The maid holding clean towels heard a shot in the room.

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The Art of Taking a Break: Rolling on a Riverboat

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In the USA the Thanksgiving holiday was celebrated this week.  I’m grateful for those of you who have continued to visit and offer encouragement even though I’ve stopped giving away episodes of a novel or serial.  I’m thankful for you.

My National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) story, The Delta Pearl, is set on a very special riverboat.  It continues to roll on the river, often propelled by “three things” I’ve been given by you, or taken from my jar of random things.  It’s keeping the big wheel turning.

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Thanks to Sally G. Cronin for reminding me of that version of the song. (I hope it’s still available when this post publishes. The first recording I used was taken down.)  

This week some of the “things” I used were from two marvelous writers who have been wonderful sources of support for me.  

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AN IGNORED WARNING?

 

Photo Copyright: C.E. Ayr

Here we are this week in a garden near a purple door. We’ve gathered in this lovely place to discuss our original stories for the week. This is the Friday Fictioneers group. Our hostess for the 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 follow the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt was provided by C.E. Ayr. Thanks, C.E.

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

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

https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/11/23/25-november-2016/

Genre: Fantasy Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

AN IGNORED WARNING? by P.S. Joshi

John dreamed every night about a purple door. It was always the same. He’d touch the door and wake up.

He told his wife about it but she just told him not to pay attention.

One night he was finally able to open the door.

On the other side was a marvelous vista of an exquisite green meadow full of flowers and a magnificent castle in the distance.

John’s wife woke to find him lifeless, stiff, and cold beside her.

The doctor at the hospital spoke with her.

“The autopsy shows it was a heart attack. Was there any warning?”

 

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AN UNEXPECTED SIGHTING

 

Photo Copyright: Al Forbes

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–November 20th, 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/2016/11/20/sunday-photo-fiction-november-20th-2016/

Genre: Humor/Fantasy Fiction

Word Count: 200 Words

AN UNEXPECTED SIGHTING by P.S. Joshi

Fay and Gloria lie on their backs in the field. It was a lovely day with a cool breeze and outsized puffy clouds floating across the sky.

“I love to make up pictures for the clouds,” said Gloria.

“Oh, so do I,” said Fay.

“There’s an elephant.” Fay pointed to a huge rounded cloud with a trunk-like extension at one end.

“And there’s a large flower.” Gloria pointed to a cloud with petal-like extensions.

“There’s a bear,” said Fay.

“There’s a house,” said Gloria.

“Oh my gosh,” shouted Fay. “There’s a flying saucer.”

“I don’t see a cloud resembling a flying saucer,” said Gloria squinting.

“No, I mean there’s really a flying saucer up there.” Fay pointed directly overhead.

“Oh, no, Flimtock. I think we’ve been spotted by an Earthling,” muttered Octock.

“I told those scientists and engineers on Picton 3 to double check the cloaker before we left. Let me try something not in the manual.”

Flimtock took a metal tool and gave the cloaker a good thump.

Immediately it jerked and began to function again.

“Oh, it’s disappeared and no one will believe us.” Fay was deeply disappointed.

“Good going, Flimtock.” Octock smiled as they spun silently ahead.

Leg and work update:

More about Kawanee.

First the leg… 
Okay, Soooo I didn’t go to the doctor about it.Before you get all poopy-faced about it, I have a good reason why, so hang with me for a moment. I ran into my cousin in a thrift store because, as it turns out, it gets cold here and having lived in Texas and Florida I wasn’t prepared for that. I have no long sleeved shirts that are even remotely suitable for the cold.

Okay, back on track! Anyway, I ran into her and since this is the first time I saw her I showed her my leg. She said her sister had a similar injury last year and that she had went to the ER and was told it was a deep bruise and could take a while to heal. Fast forward to now…her leg is still red, still hurts but not as much and there’s nothing the…

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