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lizy-writes: November 2016

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AN OLD BIRD'S EYE VIEW. After setting up camp Dave went hunting, but when he returned he found Stella unpacking a box. “I ordered two comfy chairs,” she said happily, “They were a Black Friday bargain.”. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers - an online group of people who write a 100 word story each week prompted by a photograph. This week's photo was taken by Jan Wayne Fields. To read how other wirters interpreted it, go to. Links to this post. CHAINS - a 90 word story. Links to this post.

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lizy-writes: THE MILLS OF GOD

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AN OLD BIRD'S EYE VIEW. THE MILLS OF GOD. THE MILLS OF GOD. Each of Dusty Miller's first two wives had drowned in the mill-race. Tragic accidents, he claimed – they’d slipped on the steps whilst drawing water – but his temper was legendary and people had seen the bruises. After failing to find a third wife locally, he settled for a woman he met in the town tavern. Missus Miller III was strangely dry-eyed at his funeral. Http:/ www.theotherpages.org/poems/2000/l/long52.html. Vengeance took its time but st...

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lizy-writes: STRIKE - a 100 word story

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AN OLD BIRD'S EYE VIEW. STRIKE - a 100 word story. I promised her she’d regret leaving me, so when I’d collected enough pills I dissolved them in my morning coffee. Bloody doctors and a stomach-pump put paid to that plan. I faint at the sight of blood, so knives are out of the question, I’ve no idea where to buy a gun, and the gates to the canal towpath were locked. Another story prompted by a photograph on Rochelle's blog. Oh, Liz, so clever! As morbid as it was, I loved it! Glad you liked it, Iain.

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lizy-writes: CHRISTMAS EVE AT THE DINER

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AN OLD BIRD'S EYE VIEW. CHRISTMAS EVE AT THE DINER. SAME PICTURE, DIFFERENT STORY! I wasn't totally satisfied with my first response to this week's Friday Fictioneers' photo prompt, so here's another story. Do feel free to scroll down and read the other two stories I've posted this week. CHRISTMAS EVE AT THE DINER. Sally’s feet ached. Christmas Eve had been a long, hard slog. Certainly less dark than my first effort! Nice Seasonal. Good job :). This comment has been removed by the author. Susan A Eames at.

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lizy-writes: TOY POEMS

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AN OLD BIRD'S EYE VIEW. These poems are unashamedly sentimental - You Have Been Warned! Each poem is based on one of many soft toys owned by my family, all the way from Betty, who is mine, to Ragman who belongs to one of my grandsons. I drew illustrations and made each of my children and grandchildren a copy a few years ago. When I had finished I was at a loss as to what to do next, and that was when I started on my first novel. Betty is Australian,. Betty is a doll,. She didn’t study opera. With the nim...

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lizy-writes: October 2016

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AN OLD BIRD'S EYE VIEW. A 100 word story for Friday Fictioneers. Twice daily the guard from this end marches across for a shared smoke, the boom of his boots reminding us how deep the ravine is. Sometimes, while his back is turned, daring lads run on tiptoe to spray graffiti, their parents unwilling to forbid these small tastes of freedom. We’ve been waiting all day. We don’t know what to do. Links to this post. ROBINSON II - flash fiction. 8221; exclaimed Henry, “Tell him, Grandad.”. Thanks to Rochelle ...

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lizy-writes: September 2016

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AN OLD BIRD'S EYE VIEW. SHOPPING - a 100 word story. 8220;I don’t need it,” I said, grabbing my backpack. “I’ll be five minutes – it’s only round the corner.”. I should have listened to Mum and worn my helmet – she’s going to be so mad at me. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers on her blog - https:/ rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/ . To read other stories prompted by the same photograph, follow the links on there. Links to this post. STAIRCASE TO HEAVEN - Flash fiction. Why this lovely p...

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lizy-writes: NIGHT BUS - a 100 word mystery

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AN OLD BIRD'S EYE VIEW. NIGHT BUS - a 100 word mystery. Since Dave vanished weeks ago George was the only one left and he’d already been beaten up twice – sleeping alone was dangerous. It was past midnight when a bus stopped and a voice called, “Free ride, mate? George drank deep, tasting strange flavours. “Have you been here all this time? 8220;All what time? George stared. Too late - the bus was moving. Thanks to Rochelle at. Hope you can sleep tonight, Helen! No destination is quite worrying. Oh dear,...

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lizy-writes: IF IT HAPPENED NOW

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AN OLD BIRD'S EYE VIEW. IF IT HAPPENED NOW. IF IT HAPPENED NOW. A STORY FOR CHRISTMAS. 8220;What’s up, babe? Your latte’s getting cold.”. 8220;I’ve gone off coffee, Joe – get me an orange juice instead.”. Joe returned from the counter wearing a worried frown, “You’ve been moody all week and now you’ve gone off coffee – are you breaking up with me? Mary couldn’t meet his soft brown eyes. “You might want to dump me when I tell you – I’m having a baby.”. 8220;I’m going to be a dad? Joe sat down slowly and w...

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lizy-writes: POEMS

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AN OLD BIRD'S EYE VIEW. A mother sits bare-buttocked in a den. Awaiting her man’s return. With patient hunger,. Giving suck to a naked baby. She loves him with her eyes,. Knowing no words,. And warms him with her hands. In the prehistoric cold. In a tapestried castle. Feeds another’s thriving child. She looks at her with sad eyes. And tries to love her,. While her own baby cries thinly. In a stranger’s arms,. Sucking at a milky rag,. Squatting in the hot dust,. Another woman holds her child. My son and I.