Driving to Britain

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PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

Once a year we drive to Britain. We usually stay the night in Maastricht and then carry on driving to Calais, take the ferry to Dover and drive to the Midlands. We visit Him Indoors’ parents for the week, as well as my brother and family. HRH the son and K usually come. On the way to Britain, our car is full of some beers from Bavaria and boxes of wines. On the way back, we have to fill the car with Him Indoors’ British supplies – HP sauce, Worchester sauce, cheddar cheese, salt and vinegar crisps, malt vinegar, Branston pickles and black tea.

For: 23 June 2017 Friday Fictioneers

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Fire! – FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER

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When we’ll go up in flames
A fire started no one blames
Try to keep ourselves cool
We have to save the dames

Oh God please save our school
I promise not to be cruel
As long as town’s protected
All energy we pool

The smoke was so acrid
Good thing firemen acted
Won’t be turning aback
And every one aided

The whole town is all black
I just saved my backpack
This scene stays as flashback
Run, there’s no turning back*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

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PHOTO PROMPT © Karuna

* A Quatrain is a poem consisting of four lines of verse with a specific rhyming scheme.

A few examples of a quatrain rhyming scheme are as follows:

#1) abab
#2) abba — envelope rhyme
#3) aabb
#4) aaba, bbcb, ccdc, dddd — chain rhyme

For: FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER- 2017 WEEK #22

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Also for: Friday Fictioneers 2 June 2017

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Thursday photo prompt: Derelict #writephoto

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PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

The tendency of an old house to collapse
Out of warren of walls, roofs and alleys
Tough seeing the neighbourhood with all scraps
Like crushing a vertebra when one sneezes
Uncanny way of a strand as it snaps
Can still catch some of its derelict beauties
Life is not exactly a barrel of laughs
To make reforms, we need money and graphs*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* Ottava rima is an old Italian form consisting of multiple stanzas each of eight lines using iambic meter and having the rhyme pattern abababcc.

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For: Thursday photo prompt: Derelict #writephoto, Form for All–Ottava Rima by frankhubeny, Wordle #156, 26 May 2017 Friday Fictioneers

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Chez Costanzo – Friday Fictioneers

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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

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Here lies our dearest father

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PHOTO PROMPT © Liz Young

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.

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For: Friday Fictioneers – 28 April 2017

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One afternoon – Friday Fictioneers

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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

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

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Pizza for one

Pizza for one

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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!

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

For: Friday Fictioneers – 14 April 2017

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