When I refused Henry’s proposal, I know you were saddened as you wanted us to be sisters. My disposition would not have suited your brother and I believed the wedded state was not for me.
Posts by Dee :
It was with great sadness that I learned this morning of the death of Lauren Bacall. I grew up listening to my mother talk about her films,
Almost A Family Genre: Fiction Word Count: 100 They stood facing each other in the bare, dimly lit room. ‘Do you want this?’ ‘Yes, they are my family.’ He tossed the album into the box labelled ‘’Irina”. “What about this? He held up a grubby blue teddy bear, waving it menacingly from side to side(…)
No Forks Needed Genre: Crime Word Count: 100 Mary sat at her usual table, her laptop open and ready. The story she was writing was going well, but now she was stuck. Did she kill off the character giving her problems, or try to rework the plot? She was watching the street, waiting for her muse to return, when two strangers came in. One man went to the kitchen. She heard a
I started my blog exactly five years ago this weekend. I had been thinking about retirement as my husband had taken early retirement and wanted me to do the same. I had read reports in the press of the increasing numbers of people approaching retirement age, who wanted to carry on working, in some cases they just had to. I wasn’t ready to retire then and I’m not now, but I thought that I
I’m waiting at the station. Penny is late. We agreed to meet at 10.00 the train leaves at 10.15 and it’s now ten past. I fiddle with the strap of my overnight bag, I do not feel comfortable waiting here on my own, but it is something I have had to get used to. Being on my own. I thought Penny was different from the rest, she is such a good listener and always says the right thing. She bolsters my
Well actually that’s not strictly true, but I have spent quite a lot of time wondering about it. Does the author deliberately set out to lie, mislead, or be economical with the truth, or does she/he get caught up in the story and forget what they have written a few chapters earlier? When I read a book, I usually always trust what I am reading. I don’t think I am alone in this, and one of the most important things we have to learn in life, is to
Genre: Historical Fiction | Word Count: 100 – Memories of Another Life… The Guardian watches us. I slip through the gate unobserved; a delicious taste of freedom, though confrontation will follow. Fading memories of childhood brought hope to years of waiting. There was love and laughter in that other life I lived. Did they ever stop searching for me? Did they ever forget me?
Our fabulous group achieved recognition by WordPress – the comment I liked best – ‘We love Friday Fictioneers as much for the blogging bonds it cultivates as for the range and power of the stories it inspires.’ If you missed the post you can read it here. So pleased for Rochelle and for the whole group too, as it is always a good feeling when your work is admired. Back down to earth now, my story this week
I have been unable to post anything as my account was suspended by WordPress. I don’t know why this was and they haven’t told me why they did it. There was just a message saying my account was suspended when I tried to log on. I sent an email complaining and have not had a reply, but magically the account seems to be working now. Thank you WordPress!
Frederick watches the crowd gathered on the pavement. They are getting restless. Some shout concerns, about their safety, loss of their livelihoods. Not many seem supportive of his demonstration. ‘You’ll blow us all to kingdom come, you mad German!’ ‘It’ll never work!’ What about the poor candlemakers?’ His wife tightens her grip on his arm. At 9pm the gas is turned on
“Are things any better with Jack, or still the same?” “They’re still the same. I’ve tried my hardest to find out what the problem is, but nothing I do makes any difference. I’m afraid I have just given up.” As the two women take their seats across the aisle from me, I try not to(…)
I was very surprised and delighted that Rochelle had chosen one of my photographs for the prompt this week. It was taken at the end of a fiesta in Valldemossa, a lovely little town in Majorca where we spent a very enjoyable day. It is so good to see the number of writers taking part(…)