Sunlight, Stained Glass, and a Sinner Sanctified – COMPLETE!

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photo: Google Images

 

Dear Ones,

I apologize for being so out of the loop lately. As many know, I’ve been slaving away at a book – Christian Fiction, and it’s been quite a journey with many rewrites, plot twistings, etc, etc…. today, I finally had a chance (during rain delay) to finish typing up the last chapter. The book in it’s entirety (13 serials) can be found on my  “sister” page. I just wanted to keep them all in the same place and it has worked beautifully for me that way. Anyhow… now that it’s complete, here’s the link to the last chapter and epilogue. To read the others just search the archives starting at the bottom.

It’s been a long journey with this book, but a great one, too! So, enjoy the read…

https://bonniesbabbles.wordpress.com/2018/07/02/s4-13-chapter-11-epilogue/

 

 

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Postcards…

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Photo Prompt by: Fatima Fakier Deria

 

Walking into the canal-side post office, he anxiously snatched a postcard from the display. Almost frantic, he wrote these words…

‘Dad, you were right. Love, Son.’

He dropped it into the out-slot, and turned.

The door opened. Two tall men in a business suits entered, their hands in their pockets.

‘Come with us, please.’

wc: 54

 

Authors note: Some of you know I am a collector of postcards. I especially enjoy finding old ones in antique stores that people have sent. Sometimes, the messages are so simple. Sometimes, heart-rending. Either way, this week the picture reminded me of a post card and so I sat and thought about it a while and decided to approach it from that perspective. Last week was Father’s day as well, so what could be more fitting than a postcard sent home to a father from his son.  Ah, but there has to be a twist, now doesn’t there… hehe! Hope you enjoyed this little open-ending.  Enjoy! Shalom to all!

 

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 Fatima Fakier Deria for sharing this week’s photo prompt with us.We’d love to see you around the table.

She told me to…

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PHOTO PROMPT © Connie Gayer

She told me to dig her a hole, so, I did. It’s five-foot-six feet by two-and-a-half feet wide… six foot deep. I don’t think she suspects, yet.

‘Rus, I told you… Call before you dig! Now look at this mess!’ She stood, hands on hips.

‘Nope, doesn’t suspect a thing.’ He mumbled with a smile.

wc: 55.

 

Author’s note: When I first saw this photo, I looked up and out the window to see surveyors marking the location of buried utility lines. The phrase “Call before you dig” popped into my head. I looked back down to the pic, and just had to use it. Giggles. Sorry for your soon-to-be “demise” Ms. Gayer… just kidding! Thanks for the pic this week! On a personal note, those who know me on Facebook… I suddenly can no longer access my page. I went in and left a link to my new fb page in a comment on the bottom of the storm warning. Go figure, it tanked at the same time the storm hit and took out the power grid….

 

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 Connie Gayer for sharing this week’s photo prompt with us.We’d love to see you around the table.

 

 

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

 

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