Weekly Photo Challenge: Smile

Location: Budapest, Hungary

 

I Came to buy a smile—today— But just a single smile— The smallest one upon your face Will suit me just as well— The one that no one else would miss It shone so very small— I’m pleading at the “counter”—sir— Could you afford to sell— I’ve Diamonds—on my fingers— You know what Diamonds are? I’ve Rubies—live the Evening Blood— And Topaz—like the star! ‘Twould be “a Bargain” for a Jew! Say—may I have it—Sir? – Emily Dickinson

 

 

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The Dream Date

For Friday Fictioneers 100-Word Challenge: 6 April 2018

Photo Credit: Dale Rogerson
 
“Abby told him to meet at the Symphony Hall.

“Like a real date?” Nathan asked.

“You can call it anyway you want.”

Nathan couldn’t believe his luck. Abby knew he had a big crush on her and she was playing hard to get.

As he waited for her arrival, thoughts of a romantic evening kept dancing in his head. Maybe he could even kiss her good night.

An hour passed. Still, there was no sign of her.

Suddenly, his cellphone rang.

It was Abby.

“Where are you? Nathan asked trying to hide his annoyance.

“Gotcha!” she said. “It’s April Fools!”
 

Wordless Wednesday: Church Reflection on Glass Windows

Location: Church of Saint Sava, Belgrade, Serbia

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Rise/Set

Location: Istanbul, Turkey

 
This picture was taken while cruising around the Bosphorus Straight. It was a beautiful sight. I couldn’t help myself singing a song from the Fiddler on the Roof:

Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years
One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears…

Now comes the question: Sunrise or sunset? Unless you took it yourself, it would be hard to tell. Sunrise and sunset are like two peas in a pod. It’s difficult to tell one from the other.

If you insist to know, though, I can give you a hint: I’m not a morning person.

 

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The Good Old Days

For Friday Fictioneers 100-Word Challenge: 30 March 2018

Photo Credit: Fatima Fakier Deria
 
“Hurry, hurry,” Olivia said as she rushed to the open field where they went to play and pick wild berries.

He was seven and she was six.

It was like yesterday, but 50 years had passed since then.

The place they used to know was no more. It’d been converted into a gated community where their eldest son lived.

“I wish I could turn back time to the good old days,” Matt sighed.

“Babe, there’s no need,” Olivia said touching his hand. “As long as we remember them, they’re not really gone.”

“Now let’s go and pick up the grandkids.”
 

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