⌗FridayFictioneers-The Lanterns- 30th September 2022

 Welcome to Friday Fictioneers 30th September 2022, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

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The Lanterns

Sandra turned her key and was greeted by silence. An eerie light pervaded the dark room. Two dusty lanterns glowed from the counter. 'Where did those come from ?' she wondered. A grip of dread tightened her stomach. She glanced around: the couch's shadow, a twinkle from the coffee table, fading sun casting an orange hue.

She heard a scuffle from the kitchen; her heart jumped into her mouth. Her eyes were suddenly blinded by a fierce beam.

" Surprise ! Happy Birthday, Sandra. "

She blinked at the chorus. A twinkling candled cake welcomed her home.

92 words.

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⌗Weekend Writing Prompt VIABLE

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Banana, the black cat won't drink from his water dish when placed in the garage next to his food. 

He prefers to lap up the rainwater from the gutter chute, the puddles left on the garden chairs or the droplets gathered in hollows from the car roof.

We've tried the step to the office door or the floor in the kitchen, the table when breakfasting. No experiment is viable. Likewise, a place to curl up, sleep.

A cat will follow its fancy.

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⌗FRIDAY FICTIONNEERS 16th September 2022 - Meeting on a Bridge

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Meeting on a bridge

She cycled through the tall grass on the beaten track. Primroses, red campions and forget-me-nots bowed to her flowing braid. Out of breath, she paused. She stepped off her machine, careful not to catch her petticoat in the stokes. She gazed over the meadow swaying with pinks, blues and white, onwards to the sparkling reflexion of the river.

    On the stone bridge, she could distinguish a lonely figure learning on the parapet. His battered hat confirmed that he was already waiting, for her.

    Grace strode her bicycle once more and flew towards him. As she descended the slope, her pedals ran away with her wheels. Her stuttered "Aaaah !" startled Martin who looked up from the water. he just had time to see her land in a heap of legs and brush on the threshold to the bridge before he dashed to her.

    As Martin bent over Grace to offer her his hand, he plucked a foxglove from her tangled hair.

    "What an extraordinary plant !" he exclaimed, "how did you manage that ?"

    "Help me up you fool, instead of asking stupid questions ", Grace barked.

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Inspired by sequences from the film Enola Holmes.

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⌗276Weekend Writing Prompt - HEALING. Sunday 11th September 2022

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Healing

Sun streaming on desk,

plans hatching, rain reviving

desires.

I’ve put a bandage on my mourning.

One step at a time.

Reaching out again, fueled by news

From loved ones. A respite on the horizon,

waves lapping peaceful coves.

Don’t rip it off, or pick at the scab,

scratch till your nails draw blood.

Time and the long road of healing.

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