Blindsided

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As soon as Amy Leigh saw the blindfold, she panicked. Voices collided around her and those tiny bells reverberated in her ear. Yet she allowed her teenage children to tie it around her head. They didn’t mean any harm. She tried focusing on the celebratory voices around her. But all she could hear was his voice. Husky. With bruised lust. Her jaw ached from gritting her teeth against the blood rushing through her body.

Finally, it loosened. Bright sunlight pierced her eyes. She blinked hard and found herself sat in front of a homemade chocolate cake.

“Happy Birthday, Mum!”

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I have not been on the blogging scene for a few weeks. One of those times where life takes you for a spin in its new G-force machine. Looking forward to reconnecting with you all this week!

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The school trip

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

The waves crashed over one another, sounding like the distant rumbling roars of fifty lions. Boikanyo had never seen the sea.

“Bring me back some sea water in a bottle.” instructed his mother as she put him on the bus filled with his classmates. He barely heard her above the excited chatter.

Now, the teachers encouraged the children to sit in the shallows. Braver ones practiced their swimming strokes in deeper water. He inched closer to the water and yelped at the cold as it lapped over his feet. He couldn’t remember feeling so exhilarated ever before.

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Having spent some of my childhood in a seaside town, I take it for granted that many people have never seen  the sea. Sometimes cross-border school trips are the first encounters with the sea that children from landlocked countries such as Botswana, experience. Many first-timers say that it is the seemingly endless nature of the sea that captivates them. The way it seems to stretch on further than they can see. And I have to agree. More than any other body of water, the sea has a magic and a call like no other.

It is a popular belief that sea water cures many ailments. Often people collect it bottles to take back home.

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Footprints in the snow

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The last thing he saw was the tree speeding towards him. He had misjudged the icy road completely. What he doesn’t remember is climbing out of his vehicle, finding his way to this little girl’s house where he now sat at her tiny table, watching her pour air into tiny teacups.

“You don’t believe me.” she said.

“There’s no way I’m your imaginary friend!”

She took him by the hand and led him outside. Together they walked in thick snow. She stopped, pirouetted and pointed to the ground, “Look.”

One set of girl-sized footprints were stamped in the snow.

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Those darn algorithms

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

 

Rina wasn’t sure what had happened. One minute she was configuring the new algorithms on the black hole transporter. The next there was a strange whirring sound and now she found herself here. A courtyard guarded by hedges that was definitely not her laboratory.

Springing up to her feet, she stumbled over the hem of her ballgown. Blood rushed to her head. A figure approached her from one of the many courtyard doors. Rina drew back in shock as her vision cleared and in front of her loomed a hairy beast in a dress coat.

Belle, are you okay?”

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This week’s flash fiction was inpsired by the famous black hole image led by Katherine Bouman and her team. The first black hole picture. Don’t ask me what a black hole is, I can’t tell you. The hazy effect of the prompt image made me think of time travel and disney princesses, Belle from Beauty and the beast in particular. So there it is…

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Lost in translation

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Sue sighed exasperatedly at her husband. “This is hardly romantic, Rakesh.”

He squinted at the tourist map of Venice, holding it under the streetlamp but his head kept blocking out the light casting a shadow over it. “Hmmm…”

“We’ve been wandering for hours. It is dark already. We are lost. Just admit it.”

Just then, loud shouts erupted from a nearby cafe, “Basta! Basta!”

“What do you think is happening over there?” Sue stretched her neck to glimpse some of the action.

“I’m not sure.” said Rakesh, scratching his beard. “But it sounds as if they want more pasta.”

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**** Basta means “that’s enough” in Italian. Usually used in a firm tone to put a stop to something.

Okay, okay this was as cheesy as the mozarella on your pizza. Nonetheless, hope you enjoyed it. The prompt reminded me of when I wandered the dark calles of Venice once. Not a good idea.

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The nature of things

PHOTO PROMPT© Sandra Crook

He came to escape. Refresh. Clear his mind. Where better than a lodge out in the Botswana bush? Archer checked his phone for the fiftieth time. Only her screen-lock picture smiled back at him.

Outside, a masked weaver bird worked diligently on his nest. A female fluttered by and slipped inside the hanging nest. Archer knew if she liked it she would stay. Within seconds she popped out and flew off. Just like that. No warning. No goodbye. Leaving the weaver bird staring after her wondering what he did wrong.

“Chin up, buddy. The right one will stay.”

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The prompt reminded me of the bright yellow weaver birds that are prominent in Botswana. There’s one that tears the leaves off of my palm tree into thin strips to weave his nest. They are such clever little things.

Honestly, I’m not sure if the females inspect the nest to their liking. Some bird species in the world build elaborate nests, complete with fancy bottle caps or shiny pieces of litter, and the female arrives to inspect it all. If she approves she simply settles right in. If not, she continues on her way.

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A pair of tools

PHOTO PROMPT © Anshu Bhojnagarwala

 

“What’s happened to my piano?” Sanjeev gaped at the musical intrument filled with soil.

“Firstly, it’s mine. You sold it to me. Second, – ” said Rakesh.

“If I knew you were going to violate it, I wouldn’t have!”

“Violate? Do not be coarse with me. I am an artist.  A medium. A tool of God, I -”

“Oh you’re a tool alright! This was an antique. Pure Ebony. Real ivory. Mahogany wood.”

“And yet, you got rid of it.”

A pause. “Had a gambling debt.”

Rakesh hands him a shovel. “Long handle. Strong steel. Unused. Perfect to beat yourself up with.”

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Forever young

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“Remember this place?” Andy said, spreading his arms out over the cobblestone streets.

Delilah marveled at his crinkle-free eyes. As hazel as the day they met forty years ago. A pair of women in strappy dresses smiled brazenly at Andy. Boldly flirtatious. So different from her day. She wasn’t mad. They assumed she was his mother. How were they to know Andy stopped aging at twenty-five?

Miraculous, the doctors had said.

“How could I forget? This is where we first met.”

“You mean when you almost bumped me over with your scooter!” Together they laughed, eyes shining and hearts fluttering.

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A deli-cate romance

PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays

 

“There used to be many of them around here.” Clive held the door open for the woman in a green coat. Natasha shook off her gloves and began scouting the cured meats on display.

“Amazing!” she said, delighting in the olive bread and odd-looking cheeses that was definitely not cheddar.

“Now our delicatessen is the only one of its kind for miles.” He selected a few items, placed them into a paper bag and held it out to her with a lopsided smile.

She looked at him from beneath her lashes, “Well, let’s hope it is here to stay.”

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I’m with you on the mutual hate of updates, Rochelle. Have been resisting the new editor on wordpress too. I struggled to submit to the link up this week. Eventually, switching browsers helped. When in doubt, switch browsers. 😉

 

 

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Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined. – Henry David Thoreau

A rose by any other name would smell as sweet

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Her favourite flower was roses. Various mediums depicted Dorothy’s unapologetic floral partiality. Printed fabrics of light and dark hues dressed her windows and tables and crocheted patterns draped over her armchairs in stern solidarity.

A ceramic, gold-tipped single rose pendant dangled at her throat.

Another strange and eccentric old woman to the outside world. She knew what people said about her.

Her mother was named, Rose. Died giving birth to Dorothy.  Years later, her daughter had been Rose too. She remembered the tiny coffin that took all the love Dorothy knew to its equally tiny grave.

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