Her Nightmare

Written for Friday Fictioneers a story in 100 words or less. Thank you Rochelle for hosting this challenge and Amy Reese for the photo prompt.

Photo copyright Amy Reese

Her Nightmare

Words 100

Heart thudding, she flew down the corridor.

She had to see him. Where was he? Was he in surgery? Or had he been discharged?

She asked at the desk, at the nurses’ station. She hurried from one place to another to another in growing agitation.

The mortuary was cold, silent and deserted except for rows and rows of bodies. Shivering and shaking, she forced herself to check each one, one by one.

There he was.

Her heart stilled. She put out a hand – only to touch air.

With a gasp, she sat up.

Her nightmare was far from over.




CB&W: Complementary Pairs

As you know Cee loves to challenge us and this time it’s black and white (or sepia) photo challenge for Two very different things or the number Two.

I know I am late (travel times and network woes to blame). But nevertheless here they are – hope you like 🙂


Did it work? No? Well, how about this one?

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Moving on and still sticking to theme of fliers but of the inanimate variety 😉

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And on a completely different note – tadaa~~~



Well not quite sure if this fits the bill for they are the same things but you will agree very different? Btw the last photo is a contribution from my kid sister. Pretty soon I expect my family and friends to be out on photo shoots for my blog challenges – how cool is that? 😀

Dont forget to let me know you were here 🙂

SPF: Daffodils



Words 200

“Good morning children. Take out your English Readers and turn to Page 5. Daffodils by…”

“Teacher, what are daffodils?”


“What kind of flowers? The red ones that bloom during Holi or…

I wandered lonely as a cloud…”

“Teacher, why lonely? The other clouds would give it company?”

“We’ll discuss this later Molly.”

“Teacher! What are vales? And isn’t the spelling o’er wrong?

“No Molly. Poets are allowed to write like that.”

“That’s not fair!”

“Enough Molly. A host, of golden daffodils.”

“Host? Are they having a party? How can flowers host a party?”

“It’s not that kind of a host Molly. He means a lot of daffodils.”

Molly subsided. She loved stories. Where was the story here? Why say something but mean something else? How would one understand? What kind of flowers – red or yellow? Ten thousand flowers! She would have loved to see them tossing their heads in sprightly – aha a new word – dance.

“…pay attention Molly…the daffodils beat the sea in their dance of joy.

“But Teacher, that’s not the sea. It is a lake.”

“Hold out your hand! Now get out of class.”

“It’s still a lake.” Molly sniffed as she walked out.


PS: Oft this flashes upon my inward eye but I now know what daffodils look like – thanks to Sunday Photo Fiction 😀 Click here for other stories on this prompt

PPS: A partly fictionalized account of my first brush with poetry (not counting nursery rhymes). Opinionated and unimaginative, as an 8 year-old, I couldn’t really grasp the essence of the poem (can’t say much has changed since then). Yet strangely enough, that day is crystal clear – where I sat in class, the teacher, my thoughts (I didn’t say most of these things). I also remember being very skeptical about “Continuous as the stars that shine
  And twinkle on the milky way.” Flowers didn’t twinkle did they? The last stanza of the poem was (and remains) my favorite – been there, done (doing) that 😉

Corporal punishment was the norm in those days, at least in my first school. Apologies (bouquets, kudos and thanks) are due to my English teacher. She did mistake the lake as the sea. I did raise an objection. But she not only gracefully accepted her oversight but also publicly boosted my morale (and bighead) which could be the reason why that day is so clearly etched in my memory. 😀

Thank you for reading – do share your thoughts and memories of this poem or childhood.

For readers of Moonshine, here's Chapter 88 and Calvin



Photo Prompt (c) Roger Bultot


Words 100


Her wedding was around the corner. By all counts she should be thrilled. But worry gnawed at her.

“Mamma, why do girls have to leave their home?”

“That’s tradition.”

“Traditions can change.”

“What’s the matter darling? Wedding jitters?”


“You do love…?”

“It’s not about me Mamma! How will you live alone?”

“Don’t worry darling. I will manage.”

“But how? It’s always been about me. My health, my education, my career -nothing is about you. Once I leave what will you do?”

“I’ll think of something.”


“Your father needs me.”

“You mean…?

“Yes darling. I will return to Earth.”


Written for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Roger Bultot for the photo prompt this week. For other stories on this prompt click here

Thank you for reading – look forward to your comments.

COB # 38: Masters of the Craft

Look who got caught hitching a ride 😀


Bored with the taxiing, they take off, showing us how it is actually done

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Lots more photos on Cee’s page

Just 4 Fun #7

Here’s wishing everyone a super week ahead😀


Over the week, we tend to get a lot of jokes and life philosophies as shares. Some are too good to pass up. Here I share those that appealed to me or tickled my funny bone. Hope you like them too. Please note none of this is stuff is mine – I am just keeping the fun going!

If you too have something worth sharing do leave your link in the comment box or create a pingback to this post.

If you need some more cheering or looking for a few laughs, click here Do check out the video at the end 😀

Have a great week ahead and don’t forget to have some fun too.



“You may encounter many defeats, but you must not be defeated. In fact, it may be necessary to encounter the defeats, so you can know who you are, what you can rise from, how you can still come out of it.” ― Maya Angelou

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