tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post9201580457733991908..comments2024-02-05T01:49:05.302-05:00Comments on Creative Bloomings' Flashy Fiction Friday: HopeWalt Wojtanikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02723314300320671675noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-61056524888796476122012-04-24T13:08:26.709-04:002012-04-24T13:08:26.709-04:00Oh, Andrea. I am so loving this character. The wor...Oh, Andrea. I am so loving this character. The wording of this line: “And you make sure you’re probably dressed,”<br />SO endearing. There is so much hope in this piece, and thankfulness for little things, and quiet contentment. Just beautiful.De Jacksonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04798544585779003567noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-75981165703028860972012-04-23T09:04:03.234-04:002012-04-23T09:04:03.234-04:00She wakes up with the birds and inhales the mornin...She wakes up with the birds and inhales the morning outside her shed. She sits under a porch she created using the driftwood, she’d collected. In old Latin letters “crew” is painted on the bench where she rests. She has herrings for breakfast.<br />“Got to go to the harbour today,” she says to herself. “I hope Allan has some fresh herrings today.”<br />She wonders whether a prayer to God might help so she folds her hands and whispers: “Please herrings.”<br />“And you make sure you’re probably dressed,” she says smiling since she forgot to put on her trousers the other day.<br />Only today she’d unlikely forget them. It’s raining.<br />Her bicycle is ready and she pushes it on to the road. She gets on to it and begins to sing her song, her favourite – “Singin in the Rain.” She knows that singing makes all things so much easier and on a rainy day this song fits even so much better. She reaches the harbour in half an hour.<br />“Good day to you, sir,” she says to Allan, the fisherman.<br />“Hi,” he says. “I’ve got some few herrings and I put them in the red box over there.”<br />She’s ready with her old women’s purse and acts as if she wants to pay. He shakes his head.<br />“You just take what you need. Only don’t touch the lobster and the soles,” he says.<br />“What a beautiful day,” she says.<br />“Yeah, very good for fishing,” he says.<br />“This colour of violet makes us all feel wonders,” she says but Allan already turned his back to her.<br />She got all the fish she'd hoped for.Andreahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00300676476172376641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-40862213203219977952012-04-09T15:30:26.654-04:002012-04-09T15:30:26.654-04:00Thanks, Laurie. I think we are all deeply entrench...Thanks, Laurie. I think we are all deeply entrenched in poeming this month, but I didn't want to shirk my Sisterhood commitment over here. ;) Maybe there's a Hope poem here...shall ponder. I'll have to flash my fiction in May...barely keeping head above water as it is.De Jacksonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04798544585779003567noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-8798918464653432342012-04-08T19:55:50.735-04:002012-04-08T19:55:50.735-04:00I love this prompt, De. I'll see what I can do...I love this prompt, De. I'll see what I can do, but I'm dying from a sugar high and am not sure if I can stay awake. I hope you had a great Easter.Laurie Kolphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07494759781947881343noreply@blogger.com