
© rachel-bjerke
“I’m sick of lugging wood for the barbie. I have to get it from the gully. I’ve picked up any nearby. It’s too hard. I’m not doing it anymore. You want a barbecue you get the timber.”
Hamish listened, nodding as she ranted. “Okay. I get your point. I’ll think about it.” Months passed. There were no barbecues and the moss grew on the unused bush kitchen and fountain.
“We’ll barbecue tonight.” he said. “Meet you there.”
She waited. Still no wood. A donkey pulling a cart of firewood entered the clearing, followed by Hamish smiling broadly.
In response to the above photo prompt posted by Rochelle for this Friday’s 100 word prompt. All welcome to enter and even more welcome to read the other entries.
About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist
I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
Dear Irene,
It took months, but it seems that Hamish redeemed himself. What time’s dinner?
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Yes, he came up with the solution. Dinner – is soon. Thanks for dropping by Rochelle and hosting the Fictioneers.
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A story of procrastination.
I can relate.
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I’m definitely a procrastinator.
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Me too!
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I like a determined woman. Nice one.
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I like a determined woman and a man who overcomes the problem. Thanks Sandra.
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At last! Love it. Have a great weekend Irene 🙂 ❤
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Thanks Sherri. Hope you too have a great weekend. Do lots of walking. 🙂 ❤
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Very nice!
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Thanks Cindy
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Perfect story for that photo. And what a sly character that Hamish is!
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Thanks Noelle. I think Hamish is a problem solver it just took him awhile to train the donkey.
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Cute story but it makes the woman look foolish. Foolish and whiney! LOL
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Perhaps but it caused a resolution to the problem of getting wood for the barbecue.
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That’s true. And the woman got the man to do it. 😉
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Which in my books is a miracle.
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LOL! Yes!
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Getting a donkey was a smart way to get the firewood is a great way.
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I agree. Hamish solved the problem. It just took a bit of time to train the beast.
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