Laced with Love

 

A generation ago, her family left their homeland.

A new life in a new country.

Today, her generation was returning.

For her entire life, she’d watched the aged hands of her Grandmother as they twisted and knotted threads to make beautiful lace. All the while, her Grandmother had told her stories of the homeland so far from the country and city where they now lived. Grandmother had told of the castle that overlooked the world. One day, she had vowed, she would see that castle of dreams and marry her prince.

Today, as she stood in the castle tower and looked out at the world, she smiled a smile that came from her very soul. Today, she remembered each and every story as her fingers gently glided over the treasured lace. Today, she would wear the wedding gown her Grandmother had so lovingly labored to make. Today, she would marry her Prince.

wc: 152

My humblest apologies for going over the word count this week by 2.  “What Pegman Saw” is a grand writing adventure taken via Google maps. It is hosted each week at: https://whatpegmansaw.com/ . The goal is to write a 150 word or less story that corresponds with the location of the week, taken from either the street view, or google images. If you care to join us on the adventure, feel free to follow the link!

 

Author’s Note: Sometime back, I was looking for a lace-making video for another form of lace, when I ran across this video series on how to make Armenian Needle Lace. I have often seen such laces in the antique stores and always admired it’s intricate details. I am easily fascinated by such “lost arts”. I haven’t tried it, yet… always and ever forgetting to take my needles and thread with me when I go out for internet. So, today, when I saw Pegman was taking us to Armenia, I just couldn’t resist writing a story about lace. My own Grandmother was fond of crochet and I learned the craft from her. I still have a small doily she made that I carried wrapped around my bouquet at my own wedding to my “Prince’.  So, just in case you might be interested in learning an old, beautiful craft, here’s a Youtube Video for you …  https://youtu.be/KXfR81nMlTU

 

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Hope chest…

 

 

 

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

My hope chest…

The first piece, the only one from my Great Grandmother’s hope chest. Her daughter, my Gran gave it to me when I was twelve…

Thus began a journey of visiting antique shops that spanned the years until my wedding day…

Looking for all the pieces of the set…including the punch bowl!

My most prized possession…

I wept as I wrapped the last piece in newspaper and placed it in the box.

No job. No home. Hubby in need of medicine to live.

The only treasure left.

Now, sold.

A life means more than a piece of glass.

wc: 100 exactly

 

 

This work of fiction is written for  Friday Fictioneer ‘s 100 word writing challenge hosted weekly by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-fields.  Come on out and join us at: Friday Fictioneer ‘s if you’re up to a good challenge, or even a really great read. These little stories are well worth your time! A Huge thank you goes to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, our illustrious hostess, for this week’s photo prompt.We’d love to see you around the table.

Man of the Streets

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PHOTO PROMPT submitted by Courtney Wright. © Photographer prefers to remain anonymous.

Man of the Streets…

Jerome. That’s the name we knew. A good man. Always polite when he chose to speak, which wasn’t often. This was his place for as long as I could remember. He guarded this small corner of the park. The kids all knew him. Many brought him sandwiches sneaked out of their Mom’s kitchen. He was a ‘shadow’ hero. A veteran of a long ago war who came home in body, but not soul. The park was his jungle to guard and defend. Everyone in town loved him…

I wonder if he knew how much?

Wc: 98 – title included!

 

Authors Note: It is May, and with May comes Memorial Day in the USA. As is my want this month, I sway towards tributes to soldiers, first responders, and the like. When I saw this picture I thought of the homeless man who helped me out of the street last May when I was hit by a car that took off after. He was the ONLY one to help. I don’t know his name, but I do know that he was a Veteran of Vietnam. This past winter, in sub-zero temps, he was found frozen to death on a park bench. So often, I feel that we overlook the homeless and even disparage their character based upon their appearance and living conditions. But, in my experiences over the years with both homeless peoples and homelessness, I can tell you that I’d rather spend a life with them than with most folks. Oddly enough, I’ve missed this gentleman and his gentle smile. So, this story is for him…

 

This work of fiction is written for  Friday Fictioneer ‘s 100 word writing challenge hosted weekly by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-fields.  Come on out and join us at: Friday Fictioneer ‘s if you’re up to a good challenge, or even a really great read. These little stories are well worth your time! A Huge thank you goes to Courtney Wright for sharing this week’s photo prompt with us.We’d love to see you around the table.

Captured in the moment…

Just a little brainstorming, born out of procrastination. In reality, I should be cleaning house. Apartment temperature before 8am was in the upper 80’s. Have AC set to 80, just to keep it tolerable. So, I should be cleaning and instead, I’m sitting here doing a little writing to kill time.  Out of an hour’s brainstorming, I got one halfway decent paragraph… maybe the start to another in my Hope Ranch series? Not sure where it will lead if anywhere…but hey, I did delay the start of housecleaning by an hour and a half.

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Photo prompt: Pixabay.com

Where did she go from here? That was the question at the forefront of her mind. The war was over. She was  home. And, she was more lost and confused than she had ever been. Her confusion had nothing to do with the bandage that encircled her head, and everything to do with the man waiting for her as she stepped into the airport terminal from the plane.

wc: 68

 

 

Paradise Channel

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Photo prompt from Google images: Gwynedd, Wales

The channel was not as narrow as it had been the last time I’d walked this rocky land. Still, I took extra care with each step. Shale was known for being very slippery even when it was dry and there had been a brief shower this morning already. But the trek would be worth it. At least, I hoped it would. Coughing as I struggled to breathe, I looked up at the sheer walls that stretched to the sky and smiled.

So much of the land above was destroyed by the war, but this… this one place… Oh, how I hoped it had been spared. As hidden as it was beneath the level of the landscape… maybe. Dare I to even hope? Geiger counter in hand, it was time to slip through the gap and see… Ah, just like I remembered…

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Photo prompt from Google images: Golwern Quarry, Wales

wc: 141

“What Pegman Saw” is a grand writing adventure taken via Google maps. It is hosted each week at: https://whatpegmansaw.com/ . The goal is to write a 150 word or less story that corresponds with the location of the week, taken from either the street view, or google images. If you care to join us on the adventure, feel free to follow the link!

City’s Heartbeat

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PHOTO PROMPT ©Jill Wisoff

City’s Heartbeat

The beat was off.

The buildings blocking sky.

Bright lights hide the stars.

The image blurs my eyes.

Home,

for my ancestors,

gone forever.

Gone the sloping hills that met the rolling sea.

The deer no longer lapping at the water’s edge,

the children no longer swinging from trees

with eyes glittering in the sun

now the city loomed

dark, dismal, blurry in my eyes.

The vision of the past extinguished

as the traffic light changed

life continues

the beat of the city sounds

out of rhythm with the earth.

Home,

gone forever.

wc: 95 Title included.

 

This work of fiction is written for  Friday Fictioneer ‘s 100 word writing challenge hosted weekly by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-fields.  Come on out and join us at: Friday Fictioneer ‘s if you’re up to a good challenge, or even a really great read. These little stories are well worth your time! A Huge thank you goes to Jill Wisoff  for this week’s photo prompt.We’d love to see you around the table.

Drums of Tulum…

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Photo from Google images…. Tulum, Mexico

The closer to the temple that she came, the louder the music of the drums seemed to her. She felt its thrumming in her ears and its energy surging through her muscles. It called her further and further up through its catacombs until she emerged onto the upper levels and stepped out into the afternoon sun. With a sigh of successful contentment, she raised her hands and spun around in triumph. She had done it. She had returned to the plateau of her childhood. She could now be one with the Starbrothers as it had always been destined to be.

Stephen paused at the cave’s entrance and watched her as she held her hands up to the sky and spun around in glee. He’d never seen her as happy as she was that very moment. He sensed her elation though he could not completely comprehend its reasoning.

‘I have come!’ She shouted to the sky in her native tongue, holding her arms outstretched above her head. ‘I am here!’

 

Author’s Note: I have very fond memories of visiting Tulum, and of meeting the local indigenous peoples of that region. I especially remember dancing prayers at the ruins and how it felt as if I could hear the beat of the ancient drums in my ears. This is a scene out of one my books that I wrote back at the time that I was there sometime in the early ’80’s.

 

“What Pegman Saw” is a grand writing adventure taken via Google maps. It is hosted each week at: https://whatpegmansaw.com/ . The goal is to write a 150 word or less story that corresponds with the location of the week, taken from either the street view, or google images. If you care to join us on the adventure, feel free to follow the link!