Winter fox cub lurks
Territorial dispute
One bloodied dog nose
Friday Fictioneers — Blank
“You’ve no idea what mortal sin we committed, have you?”
Who’s that stranger shouting in my ear?
“I’m your husband, John, for God’s sake. How dare you leave me to shoulder all the guilt.”
Why can’t that horrid man go away?
“I’ll see you in purgatory.”
Is he the priest? I don’t know him. “Think only of the past, as its remembrance gives you pleasure.”
“What, the hell?”
“Elizabeth … in ‘Pride and Prejudice’. Mama likes to read to me. …My Harry, as handsome as Mr Darcy. I married him yesterday, you know.”
“He’s been dead forty years. We buried him.”
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Friday Fictioneers: 100 word stories
Photo prompt: copyright © Dale Rogerson
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Monday Morning #Haiku 139 & 140 — Brush Pile
Dead pile of sticks
masks inner community:
toads, insects, spiders.
Brush pile tangle
haven for songbirds to feast;
no hawks admitted.
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INSIDE THE QUIRKY MIND OF SARAH POTTER
This week, the fabulous Rochelle Wisoff-Fields has invited me over to her blog for an interview. Indeed, this is a great honour, as Rochelle is a super-talented author, whose novels I love. She’s also the facilitator (otherwise known as The Queen, the Bus Driver and the Cat Herder) of the ever-popular Friday Fictioneers, where bloggers are given a photo prompt to write a 100-word story.
It’s my great pleasure to start the year off by interviewing Friday Fictioneers regular, Sarah Potter who lives in a house on a hill, with panoramic views over the English Channel in SE England. Sharing the house are her husband, son and chocolate Labrador, all three of whom are great supporters of her literary endeavours. When not writing novels, she pens haiku and tanka poems, takes nature photographs, grapples with bindweed and snails in the garden, invents recipes, and sings mezzo-soprano.
What made you decide to be a writer?
My love affair with writing fiction and poetry blossomed at the age of eight. I could read before I went to school, which gave me a head-start with vocabulary. My mother read me lots of books as well; ones that were too advanced for me to read myself, such as The Sword in the Stone by T. H. White. Also, she…
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Monday Morning #Haiku 137 & 138 — Elm Stump
~Demise of an elm~
Fungi colonise tree stump:
decomposition.
~January damp~
Slippery tree roots lift paths,
set traps and break bones.
Sarah Potter Writes 