21/07/2014

APARTMENT FOR SALE

It's sad really - the end of an era - but we want to return to England, where we have several children and grandchildren, an elderly mother, brother and sisters - a whole family who we've only seen in snatches for the past fourteen years.

So we're hoping to sell up in Tenerife and move back to Sussex. There's a whole album of photos on my Facebook page, but here's a taster in case you're tempted to buy it!






17/07/2014

A DECENT JOB - Fiction in 100 words

A DECENT JOB

“He’ll go to school and get a decent job.”
Mama said those words as often as she said her prayers, and eventually Papa gave in, but he was never the same. I’d only been working in that office a year when he died.

Mama wanted to sell the farm and move to town, saying I would never get a wife to live out in the wilds, but the day I brought a sick animal to work so I could dose it regularly was the day Josefina agreed to marry me.

Now Mama is trying to stop her grandson milking the goats.

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Friday fictioneers is a group of writers who post 100-word stories prompted by a photograph on Rochelle's blog  http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/
Follow the link on her blog to read the others.

11/07/2014

A CARD IN THE WINDOW - 100 word fiction




A CARD IN THE WINDOW

“A lovely morning, madam.”
“Not according to those clouds – give me a chicken breast, please.”
 “This one’s big enough for two people.”
“But I live alone.”
“Then you should contact this lady who’s seeking a friend.”
“I don’t answer strangers’ advertisements in shop windows.”
“Strangers are only friends you haven’t met.”
“I will think about it, Mr Clark, but I must get home before it rains.”
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“Madam! Where have you been all week?”
“I caught a cold in that rainstorm on Tuesday – why do you ask?”
“A lady who answered that advert was murdered – I thought it was you.”

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This story is adapted from one I wrote last year for a writers' forum - even stories can be recycled! I almost didn't post an entry this week - my mood was too accurately depicted by the grey clouds of the photo prompt after we lost our lovely cat Kika. Her tribute follows this blog if you care to read it. 
Stories by other Friday Fictioneers can be found by following the link on this site:  http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/




10/07/2014

KIKA

KIKA

Kika died yesterday. We're not sure how old she was, but she had lived with us for thirteen and a half years. When we moved into our apartment in June 2000 we hadn't planned on having a cat, but Kika had other ideas.

It was the Sunday before Christmas 2000 and we had invited about 16 people for a full English breakfast. This was a tradition we started in England, where the numbers had grown to over 30 and had to be fed in relays in our tiny cottage.
For our first party here in Tenerife we planned to eat on the terrace, but it would still be a logistical challenge.

At four in the morning we heard noises outside our bedroom window, and when we investigated we discovered this beautiful cat had moved her four kittens into one of our plant pots.
 There they stayed throughout the party - watching us while we watched them, but not moving. The mother cat graciously accepted smoked salmon, bacon and pieces of sausage - clearly she had been domesticated - but the kittens were wild and hissing. Even so, they were obviously not going to be deterred.
That afternoon - slightly merry - I made them a bed out of a washing basket and they moved in properly.
We knew we wanted to keep the mother and we called her Kika. She and her kittens all lived on the terrace, through rainstorms and the fireworks of New Year, and it took several weeks for Kika to persuade her brood to come indoors. She saw off an Alsation which thought it could attack her kittens, and came to us for help when she couldn't round them all up at once after a thunderstorm. We enjoyed their company for a month but then we caught and rehomed the kittens.



Kika stayed. She would wait on the wall of the pool for us to come home,
and then weave through the railing or turn somersaults on the path in front of us,

In her last few months she acquired considerable street cred by sitting on the steps of the local bar while we had a drink, and on one occasion she leapt onto the back of a passing dog, which fled in terror. 
She was a lovely cat, a favourite with the entire neighbourhood, and we will miss her badly. RIP Kika XX



02/07/2014

EDRUN THE IMMORTAL - 100 word fiction

EDRUN  THE  IMMORTAL

Edrun’s subjects loved him. His courtiers walked backwards before him, servants fought over scraps from his plate, and his retiring-room slave had amassed a sizeable sum by selling the contents of the Royal commode.

When Edrun ordered a statue, saying he desired to be remembered, there was consternation.
“Sire! You will live forever!” they cried, but he felt the growth spreading.

Edrun died a year after the statue’s unveiling and within a month his son had it removed.
Now moss grows on the statue and only pigeons see this reminder of Edrun’s reign – and of his mortality.

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You can find more 100 words stories on the Friday Fiction site run by Rochelle;
http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/

27/06/2014

GOD'S JOB - 100 word story for Friday

GOD’S JOB

“It’s immoral, interfering with Nature like that. It’s one thing to improve food crops, but making trees is God’s job.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, Zeeta – in this laboratory I am God.”
Graham carefully inserted one cell into another, his back eloquent with triumph.

Zeeta slung her lab coat on the bench and left.
As the security gates shut behind her, a bolt of lightning struck the building, and she sped away, terrified, while explosions shook the Institute.

 Within months massive trees filled the compound, their roots sucking up chemicals, their trunks wrapped around debris and their branches studded with bones.
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I know, you don't have to tell me, I wrote a tree story last week, but that's the way the dice fell. Rochelle chose the photo prompt and I followed it. 
As did the 100 or so other members of Friday Fictioneers - read their stories too by following the link.
http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/

21/06/2014

ONLY A TREE - FF 100-word story

ONLY A TREE

I loved that tree.  After school I used to climb its broad trunk and sprawl panther-like with my face pressed to its warm bark.
In summer the leaves hid me from Ma and her chores, while in winter the branches provided the perfect platform for launching snowballs. 
I kissed Jenny Thompson in the tree’s shadow and our carved initials grew taller with me.

Fighting far away I visualised it protecting my home but when I came back it was gone.
“You’ve killed my tree!” I yelled.
 Pa stared. “It was only a tree, son – your Ma wanted a porch.”

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Friday Fictioneers is a group of over 100 writers who post 100-word stories prompted by a photograph on Rochelle's blog. Please go over and read some of the others.
http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/