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Friday Fictioneers: Beyond the Lilys

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It is time for another sharing of flash fiction with FRIDAY FICTIONEERS.

This is the place where 100 authors come to share 100 words regarding a photo which Rochelle our hostess chooses and posts 0n Wednesday.

This week we are honoring Sandra Crook who is one of Rochelle’s regular contributors. Sandra has won First Place in Flash 500. You can find Sandra’s work at her blog HERE.

Congrats Sandra!!!

And now on with the show!

PHOTO PROMPT © Erin Leary

Photo by: Erin Leary

Beyond the Lilys

By JE Lillie

Elon looked out across the lake to the village from which he had been exiled. The lights from each hearth were just coming to life. He glowered in jealousy as he wrapped himself in the rags that were his only clothes, while warming his hands  by the smoky peat fire.

The baby cried softly at his mother’s breast and Elon passed a gentle hand over his son’s brow. He looked lovingly into his wife’s eyes.

“Kathleen I promise ye we will not starve and I will make ye a new home here beyond the lilys.”

In my imagination this is one way in which my family could have obtained its name.

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Friday Fictioneers: Behind the Bamboo Curtain

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Here is another posting for Rochelle’s Challenge, FRIDAY FICTIONEERS. This challenge involves writing a 100 word story from a photo prompt provided by Rochelle. You can click the underlined link to read Rochelle’s story and those of her contributors.

The photo prompt  and my story are below:

PHOTO PROMPT - © ceayr

Photo by: ceayr

Behind the Bamboo Curtain

by JE Lillie

My memory is long. As far back as I can remember it has always been me vs. him. Nephew vs. uncle. Reynard vs. Isengrim.

We have amassed and lost fortunes to each other. Throughout history The fox has  outwitted the wolf. The wolf has overpowered the fox. He is stronger. I am smarter.

  I think though, I have finally lost. He has trapped me behind this bamboo curtain. The magic woven in keeps me in human form. To weak to transform I cannot heal from the knife he has thrust in my back. Reynard, the fox, at last is dying.

 For more on Reynard the fox…

 

Friday Fictioneers: When Grandma Played

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photo by: Jan W. Fields

I am sharing from Friday Fictioneers’ prompt once again. Close to 100 writers share stories on this prompt spot hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Please click the link to track their tales after you have read mine below.

When Grandma Played

by JE Lillie

 I was born with a needle in my veins. The “system” had me by the time I was six months old…would’ve kept me to if it weren’t for grandma.

 ADD, ADHD,  oppositional defiance disorder made me a real joy to be around. When I would act up Grandma would just go to the old piano pull out her hymn book and start to play.

She’s gone now but on very stressful days  I can still hear her playing “This Is My Father’s World.” That memory holds me and helps me deal with the men and women I counsel at the center.

Friday Fictioneers: The Most Important Thing

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PHOTO PROMPT © Melanie Greenwood

PHOTO PROMPT © Melanie Greenwood

It’s time to write another bit of flash fiction here at Friday Fictioneers, the place where 100 writers use 100 words to write 100 different stories about 1 picture.

Thank you Rochelle for your time and effort here at Friday Fictioneers. I so appreciate this exercise in word-smithing!

Check out Rochelle’s other contributors by going to her site HERE

The Most Important Thing

By JE Lillie

Les stepped on to his private jet for the first time. He poured himself a drink .

“We’ll be readying for take off in five sir.” The pilot called.

Les sat and buckled in. As his belt clicked into place he was back at the mini-van buckling his son in for the last time.

“I don’t want to go with them Daddy.” The boy said.

“Your grandfather’s a rich man Elias. He can care for you better than I can.” The door slammed shut on Elias’ cries.

The chauffer reached into his robes and pulled out an envelope “The amount agreed upon. Your plane awaits.”

Friday Fictioneers: Looking Into the Sun

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It is time once again for Friday Fictioneers. That’s the place where 100 authors share 100 words to tell 100 stories from 1 photograph shared by Rochelle our hostess.

Take a peek at all the stories Rochelle’s contributors have shared from the photo below by clicking the underlined link above.

Here is my story:

Copyright Jean L. Hays

Copyright: Jean L. Hays

Looking Into the Sun

by JE Lillie

I smiled. The movement was as unfamiliar to me, as slow dancing in the rain. Now I had done both of those things.

I ran nervous fingers through my sopping hair and looked at her, the inspiration for smiling and dancing. I sipped my coffee and wondered how it had grown to this.

“You’re quiet.” She said.

She twisted water out of her own curly locks into a hand towel she had hidden in her purse.

It made me question, did she dance in the rain often?

She smiled at me and I no longer cared. It was like looking into the sun.

 

 

Friday Fictioneers:Reflection

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Friday Fictioneers time folks! The time of the week when 100+ authors share 100- words with the world. We base our stories on a photo prompt given by our A number one hostess Rochelle. Check out all the stories by following the little blue frog at THIS SITE.

Here is the prompt and my story is below that.

Kitchen Window

photo by: © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Reflection

by JE Lillie

The sun is setting again. She is at the sink doing dishes. I am at the table in my usual spot drinking coffee after dinner.

We are stuck, she and I, in this maddening loop ever since the day I sent him away. We eat dinner in silence. She does the dishes. I drink my coffee. She looks out the window. I catch the longing in her eyes turned outward. Then I see her glaring back at me in the window’s reflection. It echoes my own thoughts, suggests what we both think. I should have gone.

Friday Fictioneers: My Father’s Secret

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Welcome to Friday Fictioneers the place where more than hundred authors come to share less than a hundred words regarding a photo posted by our hostess Rochelle. Check out all the stories HERE.

My own story is posted below the photo:

PHOTO PROMPT © Luther Siler

photo by Luther Siler

My Father’s Secret

by JE Lillie

My father looked like any other man. He acted big like any other man. Drank beer, smoked and cussed like any other man.

He often said, “The day’ll come Buddy when you have to stand on your own. I won’t be around to save you.”

The invasion came. They called themselves them the Purrex. Humanoid cats.

They found my father. Sawed him in half with some laser sword. That was when he transformed into his true form, his bird form.

The stress of it all brought my own wings out. They carried me to the mountains. Now Purrex are hunting me!

Okay a little weird this week. Maybe I have been watching too much ScyFy.

Friday Fictioneers: The Garden At Life’s Edge

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Here is another episode of Friday Fictioneers, the post where 100 authors share 100 words off of a photo prompt provided by blog-hostess Rochelle. Check out the diversity in the stories shared by clicking the link above and by following the blue frog to the stories.

Here is the weekly prompt and my story:

Photo by: Roger Bultot

The Garden At Life’s Edge

By J.E. Lillie

We used to climb the stairs to the roof every weekend. She would hand me the garden claw and I would bend to weeding her roof-top garden while she deadheaded the flowers. We were both younger then.

It’s been years since we made that climb together. She barely reaches the last step. I can hear her weeping as we step into what’s left of the ruined roofscape.

I place my hand on Nana’s quivering shoulder.

“We’ll fix it, Nana.” I say.

But she knows there is no fixing this garden at life’s edge.

Friday Fictioneers: The Waves Won’t Wait

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Welcome to Friday Fictioneers, the place where 100 authors gather to share 100 words apiece to describe a photo offered by our hostess Rochelle. My story is below the photo prompt but you can find 99+ other stories by going to Rochelle’s blog HERE

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

Photo by: Sandra Crook

The Waves Won’t Wait

by JE Lillie

Every day I scrabble up to the top of the cliff. I sit on the ledge and let my feet dangle over the waves crashing below. They are like the people in my life: Angry, noisy, promising a nasty end if I let them touch me.

I sit alone at the top of the world beyond their reach, sealed away by the emotional distance I have placed between us.

I wait until sunset then clamber down the slope. As I hit the beach I can hear my parents screaming at each other. I go home anyway. The waves won’t wait.

Friday Fictioneers: A Place To Play

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It is time for another episode of Friday Fictioneers. My 100 word story taken from the photo prompt is found below the photo. You can see how others interpreted the prompt by clicking on the underlined link above. Once you are at the Fridays Fictioneers site follow the little blue frog. 🙂

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PHOTO BY: J Hardy Carroll

A Place To Play

By JE Lillie

Momma died in April. The whole village came out for the funeral. She was the Pastor’s wife after all.

The whispers started that day.

“Poor man. Left a widower at such a young age and with two daughters. How’s he going to raise them?”

Daddy did just fine. Some days he would pack up our tea set and bring us to the church with him.

While he worked on his sermon we were shuffled out to the graveyard alongside the church.

He would wink at us and say, “Go see if mommy wants to play tea party.”

She always did.