Sarah Potter Writes

Pursued by the Muses of prose, poetry, and music.

Friday Fictioneers: Cooked

PHOTO PROMPT Copyright- The Reclining Gentleman

When the grey first came, people said, “Not to worry. It will pass.” But the greenhouse gases built up, temperate climates hit 43˚C midwinter, and the sea-levels rose, gobbling up all the coastal resorts.

Those people who survived, congregated on high ground and walked around naked, gasping and wheezing.

It had all started with microscopic weather manipulation devices placed inside the lids of waste-disposal bins around the world: so much more effective than pumping silver oxide into the atmosphere from above. The aliens were time-travellers, which meant they could wipe us out and colonise our planet in under five minutes.

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Photo Prompt: The Reclining Gentleman
Friday Fictioneers — 100-word stories

Neglected Structures & Overgrown Places #12 — Still Life of Junk

Still Life of Junk

Would this qualify for an installation in an art gallery? I was just thinking back to 1999, when Tracy Emin’s “My Bed” was exhibited in Tate Britain after being shortlisted for the Turner Prize.

Wordless Wednesday — Kissing in the Park

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Monday Morning Haiku #36 — Tangled Tree

Ivy Choked

Beneath tidy sky,
Autumn tree clothed in chaos:
Ivy triumphant.

Friday Fictioneers: Two Voices, One Head

How many more times must I tell you? I’m a reincarnation of Michelangelo, so stop pumping Risperdal into me and interrupting a genius at work. I intend to hatch a nautilus out of my living stone display. Yes, I said “living”. Of course, stones are alive. What are you blathering on about? They’re not inanimate, you idiot. Just give me space to communicate with them, otherwise they’ll keep giving birth to snail shells instead of a creature of divine proportions. What? You say I’m mistaken about the nautilus: the golden ratio is formed from a rectangle? Now who’s gone bonkers?

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Photo Prompt: courtesy of Douglas McIlroy
Friday Fictioneers — 100 word stories

Neglected Structures & Overgrown Places #11 — Rubble & Rubbish

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I guess there’s a certain artistic quality about old rubble, junk, and weeds, once they’ve become established. They’ve sort of matured, like a craggy, weather-beaten face that tells a history.

Of course, other people’s junk is always going to seem more attractive than any of my own, which comes with the label “Overwhelming Job Needing Urgent Attention”.

Wordless Wednesday: Sunrise over the Sea

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Monday Morning Haiku #35 — Fuchsia

Fuchsia in Rain

Walk between showers
No petals underfoot yet
Fuchsia sparkles

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Today, I’ve written a haiku without punctuation. This is less usual for me, but I’m mindful that in my recent poll a percentage of people expressed their preference for this type of haiku.

I agree it works better here, as the haiku is about a walk, with forward momentum and no lingering: the steady rhythm of footfalls on the pavement as the person catches the good weather between showers.

With regard to haiku that calls for punctuation, I think that my blogging friend Leigh W. Smith  sums it up well (to part-quote her here): “punctuation simply helps me to know where you, as an author, wanted the breath to be taken, a pregnant pause to be felt, a full stop to slow me down”.

Friday Fictioneers: Scaling Down

Copyright-Rochelle Fields

‘Sorry, Mr Horden. We’ve bought an electronic keyboard instead.’

Every time the piano tuner heard these words, he wanted to howl abuse down the phone at the traitor.

Once he’d terminated their conversation, he would hammer out scales and arpeggios on his grand piano for a couple of hours, putting all eighty-eight notes through their paces. The session always ended with a funeral march to accompany a vision of his ex-customer’s coffin on the shoulders of pallbearers.

With murder too extreme an act of vengeance, the lesser crime of burglary would suffice.

But what to do with the stolen keyboards?

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 Photo prompt: copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Friday Fictioneers — 100 word stories

 

Neglected Structures & Overgrown Places #10 — Drains & Gullies

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Drain 02

Broken Gully

Can I say it? In the good old days, roads were swept regularly and drains kept clean of leaves and debris.

Nowadays, we are lucky in the UK if the borough or district councils do these two jobs more than one a year. It’s usually more a case of breakdown maintenance i.e. fixing things when the drains are so bunged up with leaves that the road floods and becomes impassable to vehicles.

In the context of general world chaos, this might seem no more than a tiny inconvenience, but I’ve decided to moan about a minor issue as there’s still a slight chance of having my voice heard.

Regarding international issues, I’m but a grain of sand and a voice crying in the wilderness. Who actually cares what I think?

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