It was Andreana’s sixteenth birthday. She chose the games they played, pin the tail on the donkey, musical chairs, blind man’s bluff and pass the parcel. She’d seen the smile Alec gave Veda. Miserable, she wanted to cry. Instead she demanded hide and seek. Alec was It. He’d made a great show of hiding his face by climbing half into the old piano. Everyone laughed then hid. Alec didn’t come searching. Eventually, bored they left their hiding places.
“Bloody Alec. Always playing the fool.” Veda screamed as she saw the scissors.
Andreana smiled. No-0ne knew she had been playing wink.
Wink murder is a parlour game where a secretly selected player winks at players, killing them. The remaining live players have to work out who is the winker.
In response to Friday Fictioneers with Rochelle with a photo prompt by John Nixon. Go to Rochelle’s site and follow the frog for other Friday Fictioneer offerings.
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.
Is this story for Grisly Friday? Having second thoughts about inviting you to my Sweet Sixteen party.
BTW, did you know I mentioned you in my last post, I Remember It Well, on June 9? I would never bug anyone to read something on my blog, but you might recognize a previous conversation we had that became the incentive for this.
Now that would be time travel me going to your 16th.
Thanks for the mention. I do recall the conversation and I’m glad you continued it. A great post. Often memoir is seen as being a narcissistic pursuit whereas I see it as not only identity forming but also important from a sociological viewpoint. These records of what time was like will be eye openers to your children and grandchildren and also to any who read it. Unfortunately as children we pay little attention to all those valuable stories our parents tell us and then they are lost when you realise how much you want to know them.
Yes they are similar. I was interested in the stats that were done on last weeks responses. It just shows that you can’t help but be similar at times with at least a few people.
I’d not heard of it either. Amazing what you can find on the internet. I always felt that song belonged to me. I think it hits a chord with many of us.
Yes, I have played wink a few times. We played it with cards, though. I think we called it “killer.” This girl took it to the hilt.
Can’t go wrong with Lesley Gore. Nice work, Irene. 🙂
I don’t believe I found someone who has played it. The internet site also gave it the name killer killer so I’d say it probably is the same game. Thanks
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) 
Wink wink, nicely done, the writing that is.😉
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Thank you Michael.
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Is this story for Grisly Friday? Having second thoughts about inviting you to my Sweet Sixteen party.
BTW, did you know I mentioned you in my last post, I Remember It Well, on June 9? I would never bug anyone to read something on my blog, but you might recognize a previous conversation we had that became the incentive for this.
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Now that would be time travel me going to your 16th.
Thanks for the mention. I do recall the conversation and I’m glad you continued it. A great post. Often memoir is seen as being a narcissistic pursuit whereas I see it as not only identity forming but also important from a sociological viewpoint. These records of what time was like will be eye openers to your children and grandchildren and also to any who read it. Unfortunately as children we pay little attention to all those valuable stories our parents tell us and then they are lost when you realise how much you want to know them.
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Aaah, this is scary. She really can’t see the boy she has a crush on like anyone else. Great take.
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Thanks. I don’t think any of us see those we have a crush on rationally.
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Wink murder! LOL! I’m totally playing this at the next party I go to. Which will be… *checks watch* about ten years from now.
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LOL. Rules on wikipedia will probably still be there in ten years.
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Deliciously creepy and startling!! Alfred Hitchcock would be proud!!
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Thank you Deborah for such high praise.
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Very nicely done 🙂
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Thank you.
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That song came to mind even as I started reading the story, long before I scrolled down to it. I’ve never heard of that game. Good story.
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Thanks. Yes the story brought the song to mind for me early in the piece.
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That was clever, had not never heard of the game, but I get what scissors can do.
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Especially when seen at that angle.
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Wow, sounds like deadly fun,
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Very deadly.
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Oh dear. Vicious – and she’s only sixteen.I love this, Irene. (BTW, you and I had very similar angles in our stories this week.)
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Yes they are similar. I was interested in the stats that were done on last weeks responses. It just shows that you can’t help but be similar at times with at least a few people.
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Dear Irene,
I’ve never heard of that game, nor do I think i want to play it. 😉 Good story, though. I always loved those songs, too.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I’d not heard of it either. Amazing what you can find on the internet. I always felt that song belonged to me. I think it hits a chord with many of us.
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Yes, I have played wink a few times. We played it with cards, though. I think we called it “killer.” This girl took it to the hilt.
Can’t go wrong with Lesley Gore. Nice work, Irene. 🙂
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I don’t believe I found someone who has played it. The internet site also gave it the name killer killer so I’d say it probably is the same game. Thanks
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Please do not wink at me, I promise not to smile at your friends.
🙂
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Haha. Promise.
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