Archive for October 2012

Captive

Below is my Friday Fictioneers 100 word story based on this week’s photo prompt, provided by Madison Wood’s Friday Fictioneers website. Feedback and comments are welcome.

On a personal note: For the benefit of those reading my blog and stories that are not writers of fiction, but maybe readers only, please note that all of the Friday Fictioneers stories I write and create are only fiction, or what we all loved as a kid growing up, the ‘make believe’ stories we read, listened to as told, or from books we treasured. They do not relate to, tell about, share the same views or opinions, or are similar to any experiences I have had. The characters, plots and stories I create are of my own making and ideas, not someone else’s. That is the beauty and the fun of creating characters and plots with different circumstances, problems, or issues in their life. And of course all these little fiction stories are all based on a photo used to prompt us writers to create a 100 word piece to go with it. That is another part of the fun, and freedom to be expressive in our creation. Sometimes I like to use an idea from issues that are found in the news stories these days, or are similar to situations that may seem real, not just imagined. With that in mind, I like to think about a real life person in this situation or role, and how he or she might react to it, think, or do. As a Christian and a person of strong faith, my characters are not always people like that, but are in fact ones without such a faith. What they do, think and decide for themselves in their situations could, or may not change the outcome of their situation. It is entirely up to them. It might turn around their situation, make it worse or leave them with one thought: What now? What should I do? Who do I turn to? Who will help? The story below is a tad bit similar in a way to one of my favorite genres, ‘Espionage’. Hope you enjoy it.

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She waited, anxious between cold, concrete walls no wider than a produce cart.

She was desperate.

She’d sought them out, pleading, “Can you help?”

“If you work for us, and the revolution. Yes. We’ll get her out.” he said.

“But, I’m an American. Not a spy.”

“Doesn’t matter. We fight, for the cause of freedom. To eradicate the opposing government, and free those still held. In Iran.”

They held her daughter, a journalist, prisoner.

She’d wired the money, sent the transcripts, even forged documents.

Her ‘contact’ was an hour late. What if he doesn’t show?

Someone’s coming.

“Sarah?”

“Yes, mother!”

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Empty

The below story is fiction. It is my weekly 100 word story for the Friday Fictioneers from this week’s photo prompt with the Madison Woods web site. Feedback and comments are welcome.

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Empty. The kitchen felt cold, dark. Devoid of life. Like her.

Soon, she would be out of here. Time to move on. She picked up empty boxes and began packing.

They’d fought, both saying harsh things. She lost their child to miscarriage, the baby she’d longed to have.

She swiped at her tears. God, I tried to save our marriage, to keep him happy. But, he still left, with her! What else could I have done?

Floor boards squeaked. She swung around.

“Who’s there?” she asked in a quivering, small voice, shaking.

Gasp! “You!”

“I’m sorry. Can we try again?”

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Posted October 5, 2012 by Joyce in Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Short Fiction, Writing

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The Swinging Seniors

The Swinging Seniors
       It has been over a month since my husband, Wayne  retired after forty-seven years of employment.  And after forty-six years of marriage it is a totally new adjustment and transition for both of us. The long-awaited, and anticipated process of preparing ourselves  for this huge step has been like adding a sequel or ‘Part two’ book to our lives, together.         From high school to payroll clerk, to banking, to college, graduated, then to full-time and part-time ministry, back into banking and finally to a company known as Air Liquide (headquartered in France) it has been a productive, but interesting ride for him and he is now able to enjoy his full-time retirement.      
         As for myself. What am I retired from? Or did I really retire from anything? Good question.  Well, you see, I was one of those  ‘stay at home’ moms, and proud of it.  But, I was once in other jobs as well. I started off in the credit bureau in Kansas City, Mo., then went to a retail credit office in Los Angeles for May Co. when we moved out there in 1966 after getting married. It was right during the peak draft time of the Vietnam War.  We were not war protesters dodging the war, just a couple of young nineteen year old kids wanting to get married, go to college, find jobs, and get on with life.  We both worked at full-time jobs in L.A., Ca. while going to school during the time when the Vietnam war raged on in the late sixties and early seventies. But, we made it through all four years of school, graduated from a seminary/theological college, then had our first child in 1970.  When I quit my bank job I was seven months pregnant and never again went back to a full-time job to work outside the home. Except for a few part-time or temporary jobs while raising our two girls, I remained a committed full-time mom. I did a lot of volunteer work at our girls’ schools, our church, and other organizations.
         Through the years I took up writing, (my passion), as much as time allowed, never having to leave home to join the rat race with the other nine to fivers, but instead enjoyed the advantages of being at home to watch my kids grow up.        
    Do I ever regret not going back to a full-time job? Yes, a little, but not a lot. I would have loved the second income coming in to help pay bills and allow for extras. But, my greatest achievement is, and would always be raising two great kids that have in turn given us four great grandkids. My girls will always be my best friends no matter what we often disagree on. One does not retire from being a committed wife, mother, or grandmother. And as long as I have my mental faculties and eyesight (though not what it once was) I do not plan on retiring from being a writer.  It is with God’s help, and his faithfulness, mercy, and grace that helped me through it all when things got difficult. My relationship with my family became stronger, more concrete in ways that could only have been achieved by having more time to devote to all.
      So, about that retirement. Are we swinging and hanging with the social set, or traveling around the country in an RV, or flying above the skies to places out yonder? Not exactly. Not yet, at least. But, we are enjoying the freedom to do our own ‘thing’ whatever it is at the time we choose to do it.
     The pictures above were taken when we got away for one of those days, took a long drive across the Colorado Rockies, viewing the changing colors, and Aspen trees, to the quaint, little known town of Walden. It was heavenly, without interruptions,  unwanted phone calls, computers, or grandchildren to baby sit. And, there will be plenty more days  like it.  Whether we want to swing to music on a dance floor, swing on old-fashioned swings in a kids’ park, walk our dog along the river banks or lakes in Colorado, go up to our four-acre mountain property retreat, eat dinner out, or relax at home playing competitive games of scrabble or chess, or just watch a movie, it is our time together, that counts.        
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