“You paid how much?”

The strains of Born to Be Wild blared through the open window.

“40 dollars on EBay”.

“You were so ripped off”.

“Don’t be stupid, it’s a bargain, have to work on it a bit, that’s all”.

“A little?  You are dreaming, look at the rust on the thing, where’s the engine”?

“Well clearly it doesn’t have one”.

“So that means you have to peddle it?”

“What’s wrong with peddling for goodness sake, it’s good exercise, I could do with it, my legs aren’t in the best of shape”.

“Mildred honey, you’re 89 years old, how do you think your legs should look?”

100 words or less for friday-fictioneers


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Smoke and Mirrors


Trifextra Challenge Week Fifty-Nine   This weekend we’re asking for exactly 33 words inspired by the following photo.  Please remember that if you use the photo on your own blog, you must give proper credit (with clickable links).  Credit: Bérenger ZYLA / / CC BY-NC-ND

we won’t    be extinguished     we are here    your nemesis    the day has come
smoke and mirrors
 obscure reality         camouflaged
look closer
past or future
                                            you should be         bloody terrified


Friday Fictioneers My dad and I

Genre: Literary Fiction Word Count: 100 Brought to us by FRIDAY FICTIONEERS

The photo prompt this week comes courtesy of Jennifer Pendegast.s6001144

His head shook slightly, his trembling hands reaching out to hold mine.

They stilled.

“I know I don’t have that long, my body grows weaker by the day, you have seen me struggle even to walk”.

“I remember running in the snow, or up flights of stairs, a young boy then, when I could hold a knife and fork without shaking when I ate, now ..I’m too embarrassed to eat in public”.

“You are my only daughter, my ginger, when I go, you will look after mum…promise me?”

I cry.

“Pop…with all the love in my heart…I promise you”.


For Friday Fictioneers and for my father who calls me ‘Ginger’ though I am not a red-head – the most amazing man in this world.

Excuse the completely different way I looked at the ‘Stairs’.  I immediately thought of how my father is battling to walk right now and the staircase was a reminder to me of his struggles.