Friday, June 27, 2014

The Wishing Tree

Copyright Madison Woods

It grows in the backyard, our very own Kalpavriksha, the tree of fulfilment of wishes and desires.

We noticed it the day we moved in, the cylindrical trunk with thick tapering branches, like an ‘upside-down tree’. The bark greyish brown variously folded and seamed from years of growth.

‘I am bored I wish I had friends here’.

Explore the tree we said and up in its branches the neighbouring boys came into sight and the start of summers of friendship.

Our mind is the Kaplavriksha, rather than asking for a wish: you could actually make it happen if you so desired.


Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

When you think about it trees appear in myths and legends from around the world. They form the bridge between worlds, real and imaginary, as sources of life and wisdom, and as a symbol of life and fertility. And the basis of this week's contribution by the Fictioneers :-)

Saturday, June 21, 2014

The Cup of Life

Copyright -Mary Shipman
He felt butterflies in his stomach as the stacked houses of the old Favela came into view.  Eyes bored into his back as he walked through the gates. 
Memories from the past came up as he saw people congregate in the streets laughing and yelling.  The children were playing in the soccer field of dirt and stone where he learnt his skills. 
He turned into the narrow street and its stench of raw sewage and fried food.  The crumbling apartments block where his family stayed, housing rooms with broken walls and occasional rodents.   Soccer had liberated his family from penury.    
Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100  
I was going to take a break too, just like our fearless leader, but then this is Soccer World Cup time.  Which presents a perfect opportunity to pay a tribute to all those wonderful soccer stars who came from the Favelas 
And this is probably the best World Cup song of all time.

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Tooth and Wisdom

 Copyright-Ted Strutz
I shivered as a gust of cold air blew in through the latticed window.  Outside the dark clouds rolled in like a black sheet on the horizon.  I could see people scurrying for cover in the street.  In this town by the lake the weather can change within minutes. 

The clouds burst open upon the stragglers and rain whipped their faces.  And the wind howled from ever-changing directions.

A malodourous stench announced my patient.  Of all the dental shops, in all the towns, in all the world, he walks into mine.

“Count Dracula just in time for your dental checkup”.


Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100  And with a passing nod to Rick

Saturday, June 07, 2014

Pictures of the Floating World

My life can be summarized as Ukiyo-e, or as they call it pictures of the floating world‘.  Living for the moment, devouring the pleasures on offer, drifting without a care in the world. I am no yamabushi ascetic on gruelling mountain pilgrimage in search of enlightenment.

My search is for beauty, the inexpressible ethereal loveliness that haunts my desires.  If I were an artist like Katsushika Hokusai I’d capture my adoration for my current object of affection just as he did with  “Thirty-six views of Mount Fuji”. 

Relationships?  I bid them Sayonara and light a candle to them each night. 
Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

A late entry this week but one that got me looking up Japanese art and poetry  and for that I am very grateful.

Totemo kansha shite imasu.    

Sunday, June 01, 2014

Prince Charming's Quest

Copyright -Jennifer Pendergast

She stood in the courtyard, shivering, enveloped by the cold damp air and looked outside the portal.  A warm summer day lit up by bright sunshine.  So different from her world inside stone walled castles, towers, turrets, spiral stairways, giant halls, rich tapestries hanging from the walls, suits of armours, ruby encrusted crowns.

A world hidden behind moats, colossal drawbridge and ramparts guarded by the King’s troops.  A world attained when Charming found her through that glass slipper left behind.

And now he too was gone. I am sorry, he said,  but I was really looking for a Cinderfella.
Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 99

It's got to be a fairy tale week with the photo conjuring up images of Kings, Queens  and fairy tales.  Or maybe not ;-)