Chez Costanzo – Friday Fictioneers

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

“Good morning, Mr. Bland, nice to see you again,” greeted Costanzo.

“Good morning, I hope you followed the advice I gave you from my last visit,” said Egon.

“Of course, we did. Come and see,” Costanzo led Egon to the premises.

Egon inspected the area, ticked the ones he thought were an improvement and let Costanzo sign the form informing him that the restaurant has passed the inspection and clear to carry on with the business.

Costanzo was pleased and invited Egon to have a meal on the house. “We just have this freshly caught fish and chef can cook it perfectly!”

For: 19 May 2017 Friday Fictioneers


Here lies our dearest father


Here lies our dearest father
He liked to eat and drink and belly bigger
Also a great cook and we were his tasters
Worked hard, a good dad and a lover
A waiter, an accountant and our anchor
Very generous and always a card sender
He left us too soon and we’re all sadder*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* An epitaph is a brief poem inscribed on a tombstone praising a deceased person, usually with rhyming lines.


For: Friday Fictioneers – 28 April 2017


One afternoon – Friday Fictioneers

PHOTO PROMPT © Magaly Guerrero

One afternoon when she returned to the house
Lightly walked to her wardrobe to change her blouse
In a petulant way, she took her shoes off
Liberosis she thought and a drink she quaff
She banished the thought of the tall officer
Tough attitude though she still needs the answer
“How dare he,” she mused and tried to fill her time
“I’ll kill him,” she thought, but that would be a crime
She started reading a book that relaxed her
The story was good, she fell asleep after
One afternoon when she returned to the house
Lightly walked to her wardrobe to change her blouse

(c) ladyleemanila 2017


For: 21 April 2017 by rochellewisoff, Wordle #152, April PAD Challenge: Day 24


Pizza for one

Pizza for one

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

You left and said goodbye
Don’t worry, you assured me
And left a slice of pizza for me
But lo and behold, you’re stuck in an island
While I’m here, with my self – day and night
Going out of my mind, lost without you
Five objects I’m allowed to send you
A sharp knife so you can use it for cutting
A big box of matches to start a fire
A plastic sheath to keep you dry
A radio to keep you informed

And me, lovingly wrapped with a red bow!


You left me alone
Sent you things you might need
Lastly, I sent me

For: Friday Fictioneers – 14 April 2017


Girl with black hoodie

Girl with black hoodie


Girl with black hoodie comes out from school

She unlocks her bike and rides on

Comes home and straight to her room

“Do not disturb!” sign says

Listens to her sounds

Volume full on

Mum says “shh!”

Girl says

No way

No one cares

Leave me alone

No one understands me


(c) ladyleemanila 2017

PHOTO PROMPT © Jellico’s Stationhouse

For: Writespiration #110 52 Weeks in 52 Words Week 14, Friday Fictioneers, 7 April 2017

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Life of a seaman

Life of a seaman

PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria

“One week from now and I’ll be home again,” mused Juan as he finished his work in the engine. It has been 6 months when he was last home. He’d go home for a month then he goes back to his ship. That has been his life since he was 20 and has seen his promotion as the years went by. Now, he could say that he’s reached the top. But then, he also made a lot of sacrifices for his family, he misses them and they miss him. The children are growing without his physical presence. They see each other twice a year.

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

For: Friday Fictioneers, 31 March 2017


Life’s like that and I’m OK

Life’s like that and I’m OK

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Have you ever felt trapped inside, oblivious to the passage of time?
When you cannot swim in sea, climb a mountain or just go out?
I felt like that, that I was drowning in silence
I’ve got to face the challenges without you
My eyes smouldered with that intense emotion
For whatever reason, what’s done can’t be undone
Then I looked at the sky, stars sparkle like diamond
Giving me faith and hope, no matter how I crimsoned
I feel happy again, I know life’s like that and I’m OK
I’m here to stay for I know life’s like that and I’m OK

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

For: Friday Fictioneers