Snorkelling – Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner- 2016 Week #41

Great fun to be under the sea
Swimming with the fish and algae
Clear azure sea is amazing
Such adventure this snorkelling

Coral reef is another world
It’s like being in a dream world
I can swim for hours, that’s the thing
Such adventure this snorkelling

Saw a school of fish and turtle
Swimming with them is so blissful
Such a wonderful life, floating
Such adventure this snorkelling

Great fun to be under the sea
Such adventure this snorkelling

snorkelling under the sea
deep silence of nature
admiring life down under
fishes and corals
sharing experience
happy with
you!

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

For: Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner- 2016 Week #41 by rogershipp

From One Generation to Another

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“Blessing you on your special day,” my son’s great granddad, bless his soul, would be saying this as my son wore this pocket watch on his wedding day. This old watch could be as old as 107 years, as that year was engraved on it. He won it for sprinting, together with a silver medal which he won in cricket. My husband wore it on our wedding day 30 years ago and this year, he passed it to our son. And hopefully, the son will pass it to his son when the time is right. Life is such a bliss!

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For: FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER: WEEK #28 – 2016

Never Do Anything Halfway

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THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from Sonnet XXXV by William Shakespeare, and suggested by Cressida de Nova: roses, plea, mud, thorns, sins, sense, loathsome, love, canker, bud, thief, sweet

Never do anything halfway
Love someone with all your heart
Things you always have to weigh
You’ve got to be smart to impart

Like sweet roses in the garden
Be careful with their thorns
The sun’s out and life’s fun
Why don’t you plant an acorn?

Check buds for loathsome cankers
They come like thieves in the night
Along the riverbank some amblers
Each one fighting for their plight

Before you tread on muds
Or be tempted to commit sins
Use your judgment, I say with a plea
Don’t do things halfway, that’s the key

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

For: FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER: WEEK #25 – 2016 by rogershipp and Whirligig 64 by Magical Mystical Teacher

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The Find

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The first one was a surprise. Then a couple of kilometres away, in the maize tassel, we found another one. Such amazing finds in the tawny dust and mud. We were in the countryside where it was rated as one of the diversely scenic ones in the country. We crept forwards, hardly making a sound. There was mist, cloud cover which impeded our movement. There was a chill in the air. Some wild vines were all over the place. We wanted to carry on with our job, but lots of plasters, big rocks and excessive matters. We felt trapped and frustrated. What shall we do? I probably wasn’t really awake, maybe it was lucid dreaming!

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For: FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER: WEEK #24 – 2016 by rogershipp and Wordle 253 May 29 by Brenda Warren

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It Wasn’t That Easy!

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“This can’t be that hard,” that’s what we thought, the son and I. The son was six and he just finished his Music Appreciation and the teacher was asking if he wanted to learn a new instrument. The teacher showed and played the piano, guitar, flute, cello and other instruments and the son chose piano. I thought I’d learn to play piano, too. So we asked Evgani, the Russian teacher if he could come to our house and give us some lessons.

Evgani came once a week and the son would have an hour’s lesson, then me. It wasn’t that easy! We were supposed to practice during the week, but because of other activities (karate, football, sleep over, play dates), we were not able to practice. Evgani would come and both of us would play in a haphazard way. We managed to play tunes in the end, but I was so embarrassed that every time he comes, I’d put the washing machine on so as to create some other noise. After a year, we both gave it up and moved on to do other things. Oh well.

For: FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER: WEEK #21 – 2016 by rogershipp

Coco’s Morning

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Today’s Prompt:

The morning was silent except for the occasional rumbles of thunder in the distance.
Do the rumbles of thunder mean anything? Is a storm coming? Is it a storm in his career or something happening in his life? He was pondering about this as he was driving this morning. He has to persuade the Board that his design is the way to go, if they want their business to remain number one. As he was driving on the motorway, there’s a blinding light coming towards him. What was that? He muttered to himself. As he was getting nearer, the sign was getting clearer. It was his design, but with some changes. He was trying to decipher the changes that he didn’t notice a lorry coming from the other direction. A big crashed ensued and an ambulance was called.  Sadly, Coco didn’t wake up.

For: Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner by rogershipp and Write Now Prompt for March 25, 2016 by Today’s Author

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But This Is The Middle of Nowhere

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THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from Psalm 107:1-13: wilderness, hungry, thirsty, works, darkness, counsel, thanks, enemy, north, city, fainted, praise
‘but this is the middle of nowhere…”

In the north of the city
I thought I’d faint as I drove
You left and you were angry
I passed by some mangrove

Driving straight from work
Feeling thirsty and hungry
Trying not to go berserk
Just come, you said with a plea

With wise counsel, I found it
Praise the Lord, as I’d say thanks
Let’s talk before we quit
Let’s fill up our blanks

But this is the middle of nowhere
An empty carpark in the wilderness
Anything could happen in the square
You said you’d protect me as promise

We talked, we cried, we made up
We said we can have another go
As long as there’s no breakup
We said sorry and let love grow

 

For: FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER: WEEK #11 – 2016 by Rogershipp and Whirligig 49 by Magical Mystical Teacher

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The Apartment

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“The last time, everything fit in three duffles…” that was when I was a student and moving from the students’ accommodation to Mrs. Booth’s room near the university. Now, after thirty years living in this apartment, with all the children grown up and have left the nest, we’re thinking of downsizing. But I don’t think three duffles will be enough to move. We’ve been packing and organising stuff to be thrown away. We also asked the kids to take their own stuff to their places, their memories, their old toys and books. We are not leaving a house, we’re also leaving thirty years of fun, laughter, birthdays, the trends and fads that the children have gone through like piercing, dates, loud music. Shared memories, good or bad ones, and will always stay in our hearts.

 

For: FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER: WEEK #5- 2016 by rogershipp

Enough is Enough

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Enough is enough, she can’t take it anymore
The images of him in the club, please don’t score
She recalled the sting of his betrayal
The long list was so hurtful and banal

The only sensation is the bite of the wind
With him having such a thick-skinned
Cold and laced with salt, there’s no excuse
She bet his muses all lined up in queues

The way he trampled on her with his trips
Perhaps they involve some straps and whips
Sprees  to other women, she’s sure of that one
As they knead his flesh like a dough one

Any excuse he’s been planting as he drives
She doesn’t think their relationship will survive
God knows why she even agreed to begin it
There’s no excuse, she must be out of her wits

For: FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER: WEEK #4- 2016 by rogershipp

 

FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER: WEEK #2 – 2016

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The opening sentence for the January 8th Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner:

“It seemed a good idea at the time?”

“Just a little bit more to the left…, “ I tried to encouraged him.

“Oh, this is great…thanks for the present, dear,” he’s really enjoying this moment. He saw our old pine tree, thought it would be nice to try its strength.

“Here goes, timber!!!!” he shouted as the tree fell.

“Oh my God, there goes our lights,” as the tree fell on some cables.

“My God, what have I done?”

“It seemed a good idea at the time?” I’m regretting buying him a chain saw.

 

For: FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER: WEEK #2 – 2016 by rogershipp