The tourists stared in wonder

It’s been a while but here I am, writing again! And it feels good. This is my take on the photo prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ #FridayFictioneers photo prompt.

The tourists stared in wonder

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Everyday, it seemed, the music played. the locals thought it normal that a derelict piano could be played so beautifully; the tourists stared in wonder at the keys moving, even more so at the broken or missing keys, disbelieving that the music as a whole was coming from the incomplete piano.

There was a plaque subtly placed so as not to displace the magic, on the wall.

It read, “Here plays Stan, long-time musician and busker of this town.”

If you look carefully, at the end of the day, you can see the coins being counted, float through the air and poured into the charity tin of the local shop.

Once a busker, always a busker.


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Ready to bloom again? ~ #FlashFiction

Ready to Bloom Again? ~ #FlashFiction Fiction Inspired by The Rose Inside The Glass dome In Beauty And The Beast

Ready to bloom again?

Ready to Bloom Again? ~ #FlashFiction Fiction Inspired by The Rose Inside The Glass dome In Beauty And The Beast

It was a tale as old as time.  A tale that was stuck in a bubble of time.

Time was standing still but the rose petals fell.

Each time a petal fell, Belle got older and with each petal that fell, a bud appeared in its place, ready to bloom again.  And so it went on, this tale as old as time.

And did Belle retain her youthful looks and beauty, like all good fairytales should?

Well, yes and no.  Inside, she was ageing, like a withered rose.  Outside not a wrinkle appeared.

Eternal youth was not blooming all over this beauty.

But what would happen to the rose petals when the body gave up?  Would it continue to bloom?  Or would it recognise that beauty of knowing when to also give up and stand still in time?

Time would tell.

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By Carol Cameleon 2017 ©

Inspired by the rose inside the glass dome in Beauty and the Beast.

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A Comfortable Racket ~ #FlashFiction

‘A Comfortable Racket’ ~ Flash Fiction

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Photo copyright of Amy Reese

When the shutters opened again, they would provide comfort to the community.

Nobody needed that comfort more than Sonny. ¬†He had come he from – well he wasn’t certain where he had come from. ¬†But even this clinical, draughty, nuts-and-bolts, industrial shell of a corridor was luxury compared to that place.

Most of which he had pushed from his memory.

He had heard the unmistakable racket of the shutters going up and down oh, so many times.  They were part of his daily routine now.  Part of daily comfort.

But no one knew when the shutters would open again…

…which was not a very comforting thought.

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Main picture source: via FridayFictioneers

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with Rochelle Wiseoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers prompt

Please do feel free to comment but likewise, please do note that I would prefer not to

receive constructive criticism.  

(This time anyway…)

Thanks in advance…

Carol Cameleon

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A Spectacle ~ #FlashFiction

‘A Spectacle’ ~ Flash Fiction

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He wasn’t sure what had brought him here. ¬†In truth, he didn’t know where he was but looking at the window, he guessed it was an old converted church.

He hadn’t been to church for years.

Perhaps this was his calling?

Then, a distraction.

He could see a reflection in his glasses; they were lights that moved as he did and followed his every move.

Yet when he took his glasses off to see the source, the light was nowhere to be seen.

Was it a trick of the light or a trick of his mind?

A trick that resulted in him seeing things from a different point of view?

Ironic that taking his glasses off helped him to see more clearly.

He felt sure that he had lost his religion, as he moved to ascend the stairs.

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with Rochelle Wiseoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers prompt

Please do feel free to comment but likewise, please do note that I would prefer not to

receive constructive criticism.  

(This time anyway…)

Thanks in advance…

Carol Cameleon

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Square peg #FlashFiction

‘Square Peg’ ~ Flash Fiction

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The next clue was, “Take the key from ‘around’ the floor to be ‘this way up’ .”

“Unlock the round containers; next clue must be in the box on the windowsill,” the contestant thought out loud, head spinning, as he solved the clue.

You really had to think outside the box in this cryptic adventure…

but first you had to fit a square peg into a round hole…

The clock was ticking.

It was a lose-lose situation.

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with Rochelle Wiseoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers prompt

Please do feel free to comment but likewise, please do note that I would prefer not to

receive constructive criticism.  

(This time anyway…)

Thanks in advance…

Carol Cameleon

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Visiting hours ~ flash fiction

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She loved cliches. ¬†She could use them ’til the cows came home!

Her life had been full of cliches recently, or at least close to cliches.

She’d come to terms with a lot of things; she’d overcome a whole range of emotions and now she felt another chapter closing.

At first, she’d found it really hard to let go but then she’d seen the sense. ¬†In fact she’d seen how it had all slotted into place perfectly, almost as if it was meant to be.

She’d taken comfort in that. ¬†After weeks of sorting, clearing, reminiscing, she was now stepping through the door for the very last time.

She was just a visitor now.  The limbo was gone.  Time to move on.

Time for one last look around and then she’d close the door, lock it and she’d start again; a new chapter with so many exciting things on the horizon. ¬†She hadn’t even realised that she was ready for all of this. ¬†But she was.

It was all meant to be…

Visiting hours were over at last.

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“Platform to Another World” ~ Flash Fiction

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‘Platform to Another World’ ~ Flash fiction

Were it not for the tell-tale modern phone wire across the skyline, the wizard thought he could still be in his past life.

He gazed at one of the tools of his trade, namely the magician’s time-piece on the windowsill.

What of that time-piece?

A good friend had gifted it to him; a fellow wizard.  Oh, the wonderful journeys he had been on!

“So, where to next?” pondered Professor Severus Snape as he heard the familiar chug of the Hogwart’s Express in the distance…

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A little bit about this piece of flash fiction:

Inspired partly by my current read ‘The First Fifteen Lives of Harry August’; the theme (so far) being time-travel.

Partly by the intriguing ‘time-piece’ that I saw on the windowsill in the photo.

Partly by one of my favourite characters in ‘Harry Potter’

And of course partly by my imagination…

I wanted to get the theme of Platform 9 3/4 into the title by a clever play on words… ūüėČ

I hope you enjoyed?

Please do feel free to comment but likewise, please do note that I would prefer not to

receive constructive criticism.  

(This time anyway…)

Thanks in advance…

Carol Cameleon

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The Time for What? ~ Flash fiction

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My accidental fiction has been rekindled… Before we go into the story, a quick run-down: – Frank and Louise are pregnant… with twins! ¬†Louise is extremely excited but Frank is very uneasy about the whole ‘twin’ thing. ¬†He was over the moon about the ‘baby’ but appears to be feeling resentment towards Louise’s twin baby bump… let’s catch up – ¬†the ‘Footnote’ that inspired this instalment:

The chief requirement of the good life, is to live without any image of oneself.

And the next instalment:

Frank found himself clock-watching with anticipation in a plush waiting area. ¬†Louise wouldn’t tell him what they were waiting for and Frank wouldn’t stop asking questions. ¬†Nor would Louise give any definitive answers.

On arrival, Frank had given the inside of the foyer a quick once-over. ¬†To him, it looked like a slightly above average office block with a slightly above average looking reception area. ¬†At least, he assumed it was a reception area. ¬†It was difficult to tell without a receptionist manning ‘it’. ¬†Being Sunday, there was no-one else around. ¬†Just Frank, Louise and the ever-growing bump.

Louise’s phone had been beeping, announcing an incoming text randomly. By the look of excitement building on her face, it was clear to Frank that the time was getting close.

The time for what?

He was just relieved that they were spending some time together, and not surrounded by baby shop magazines or stockpiled nappies that were on offer. ¬†Time with his wife was precious indeed. ¬†It was certainly getting increasingly difficult to be intimate due to practicalities of bumps and also Louise’s lagging energy levels. ¬†Not to mention Frank’s growing resentment interfering with his libido. ¬†In fact, intimacies were very low on the agenda these days.

“Here she is!” came Louise’s voice, breaking into Frank’s thoughts.

‘She’ entered the foyer with a broad smile that was slightly too corporate.

Offering a hand out to Louise she said, “Good morning, are you both ready for your 4D scan?”

Frank could have given several reasons for not being ‘ready’. ¬†The cost of the scan for one. ¬†With twins on the way, there were a whole host of other, more practical things to spend money on.

And they would be meeting the babies soon enough; why did Louise have to allow ‘their’ precious time together to be invaded by baby talk? ¬†Again.

Purely for an easy life and to keep the peace, he gave a false smile that rivalled this woman’s. ¬†The truth was, he was dreading the twins’ arrival. ¬†He’d have been quite happy with one baby. ¬†Louise was so wrapped up in the pregnancy that she didn’t seem to notice Frank’s mood swings. ¬†And he couldn’t blame the hormones. ¬†Not pregnancy ones in any case.

Any outsider could clearly see that Frank needed to open up to Louise about his feelings but would he? ¬†Or would he continue to grimace for the remainder of the pregnancy journey… and most probably beyond?

…Find out as the story continues…

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‘The Glass and the Pearls’ ~ Flash Fiction for #WonderfulWorldofWriting

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The Glass and the Pearls

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Penny teased the key out of the glass.  Perhaps it wasn‚Äôt the best place to keep a key ‚Äď any burglar would probably look there first. But still, it seemed like the ‚Äėright‚Äô place to her.

She unlocked her jewellery box and rang her fingers over the sumptuous purple velvet lining, then carefully retrieved her string of pearls like they were a piece of beautiful bone china.

She knew she shouldn‚Äôt save wearing her pearls for special occasions but she still did.  And so, the pledge was made right there and then.  She would wear them more often.  No, she would wear them every day.  Every single day.

This was not a special occasion in the traditional sense but she knew she still had to wear her pearls.

The chime of the doorbell pulled her thoughts back to the now.  This was it.  Head up.  Deep, deep breath.  Yes, she looked together.  She looked much, much better than she felt.  She must now answer the door to her friend and hold herself together for the funeral of her dear old work colleague who was also her dear late husband.

Yes, she was a widow now and she would wear these pearls that her late husband had given her every day.  She would put them back in her jewellery box, lock it up and put the key back in the ‚ÄėHappy Retirement‚Äô engraved glass every day.  For this was the glass chosen by her dear husband and she would look at the glass daily.  Such bitter-sweet memories of the glass and the pearls.

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By Carol Cameleon 2015
 

First published on this blog a year ago as part of a game where the theme was ‘glass’.  I felt the need to give it another airing ūüôā

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One of my favourite blog posts to read as a blogger is flash fiction.  I just love the bite-sized stories and reading the different interpretations of the same photo.

And one of my favourite blog posts to write as a blogger is flash fiction!  I just love seeing a photo and going with the flow.

Sometimes an idea comes immediately.  Sometimes it doesn’t come at all.  It’s not writer’s block (in my ‘book’ anyway), it’s simply meant to be for me.

If it’s too forced, I don’t enjoy it and therefore I don’t get the buzz.  And my readers quite possibly won’t enjoy it either.  I see it as wasted time and energy.

So here’s how I write flash fiction – feel free to give it a whirl yourself!  I see the photo, I get the idea, I’m cookin’ on gas!

I tend to work backwards and start at the end.  Then decide how I get there, which gives me the middle.  Then I find myself at the beginning!

If my notes are quite comprehensive, I find the story is often nearly written.  It’s just a case of expanding a little to make it flow and being clever with punctuation (and sentence structure).

But if my notes resemble a skinny skeleton, I expand by setting more of a scene, more description, more emotion.

What I do find with both basic and comprehensive notes is this:

If the idea comes quickly, I enjoy writing by both methods.

And here are some I wrote earlier!…

He had started off with good intentions

and then

Never let it be said that a stone heart holds no emotion

to

The blood was like…

and then

No one knew when it going to happen

not forgetting

A man took a stroll through a deep, dark wood

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Are you a flash writer?  How do you approach your story?  

If you’re not into flash, what’s your favourite genre to write?

Let me know in the comments below.

 

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