© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Jessie threw open the window. ” Ugh! It’s so hot. You’d think we’re living in the tropics rather than Paris.”
“It’s like being in an oven in here, even with the windows open.”
“Let’s get an air conditioner. Maggie must have one. She never opens her windows.”
“Why don’t we just visit her. Cheaper.” They went to their neighbour and knocked on the door to no avail.
“She can’t have gone out. She’s so fat no-one’s strong enough to push her wheel chair.” Using a master key they entered. No aircon. No Maggie.
Jessie foot slipped. “Oh no! Lard melts.”
Rochelle hosts Friday Fictioneers each week. All are welcome to join in and write a 100 word flash, then add their link via the blue frog found on her site. Otherwise use the blue frog to see other people’s responses to the photo prompt which this week is also courtesy of Rochelle.
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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.
Reflections and Nightmares- Irene A Waters (writer and memoirist) 
Thank God I’d had my breakfast… now if you’ll excuse me…
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Sorry to cause those kinds of problems….
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Oh boy….that was a surprise.
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I was scratching to finish it.
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Yuck!
Good piece.
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Thank you.
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Uh! Oh! This is more gory than my story. Nice dialogue.
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No I think you win the gory stakes with your tale. Thanks, I like dialogue.
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Dear Irene,
Oh dear, that’s some kind of hot. You’ve sent all kinds of images to my mind. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks Rochelle.
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Yuck (in a good way)!
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Thanks.
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Heat like no other.
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The type to make you drop like flies.
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Oh my, that IS hot!
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Meltingly hot.
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Eeeewwww… You’re wicked gross.
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or simply just desperate.
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We butchered on own hogs when I was a youngster. A big part of the job was dicing fat that would be cooked down in a large kettle over an open fire.
This old gal really had a “Hot” time in Paris. But she only got to do it once.
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Somehow the thought of dicing the hog fat makes my stomach churn. I’d prefer to go the old girl’s way and just melt.
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Eeyuck! But I think the smell would have hit them hard before they slipped in the adipocere (that’s the fatty substance that human bodies dissolve into!) But you have to be an anatomist to be familiar with that! Loved the story, even though it was pretty nasty!
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Thanks Noelle. I have to admit it was desperation. I was clean out of ideas for this one.
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Ha, ha! That was a surprise twist and a wry ending!
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Thanks Charli. Amazing what you can come up with when you only have a few words left before you hit 100 (or 99).
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Ooo-errr! Didn’t see that coming! Excellent.
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Thanks Rosey. Glad to surprise you.
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Oh, Irene, how could you?
Laughing aloud here!
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Something had to happen on an otherwise hot boring day. Glad it gave you a laugh.
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Ewww!
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LOL
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Grossly funny this one. 🙂
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Glad you got a laugh.
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Ewwwww, yuk, Irene. I know most people in Europe don’t have AC, but I’ve never heard about that happening before. Thankfully.
janet
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It’d have to be hotter than hot. Thanks Janet.
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Had to laugh at the great twist Irene, what did they do with all the lard?
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Glad you had a laugh Dee. Luckily 100 words were exceeded and I didn’t have to see what they did with it. I hate to think.
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Glad you stumbled upon one of my friday-fictioneers. Damn, I missed this last one from Rochelle. I´ll get to it next week.
About your story…..creepy! Poor Magie. Nicely done, it was creepy-good. Liked the dialogue too.
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Thanks Charly. Glad you liked the dialogue. I enjoy writing it.
Thanks for the follow and glad I found you also.
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I felt the suffocating heat in the first part, and the shock of their grisly find in the second. Well done.
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Thanks Margaret. Glad you felt the heat. Something we’ll probably be feeling more of in the future.
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Ha! Ha! Praise the lard that was a great ending,
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Thank you – glad you had a chuckle.
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