Smiles: For Cee and for Trent and a little fiction


© irene waters 2016

showing happiness

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joy to be alive


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even plates can smile


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every smile unique and yet the same.


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A Smile can tell a story too……


© irene waters 2016

I heard the crack as I bit down on the crusty baguette I had looked forward to consuming. Pulling the bread out of my mouth, I pulled it apart until I found the piece of broken plate with tooth attached. My girlfriend’s face had dropped and her arm was coming towards me in a gesture of empathetic sorrow.

“Oh damn! I can’t fly to the island without my teeth.” We were meeting our new prospective business partner and toothless would not be a good look.

“You can’t notice if you don’t smile.”

“I can’t go two days without smiling. Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Don’t get cranky. Think about it. We’re here on this isolated beach and the plane will leave before any dentist will be back to work after the siesta. What else can we do? It doesn’t look that bad.” She lied.

“I have to get some super glue and I’ll glue it back together.”

“All the shops are shut.”

“The small shops will be open. Some one will have super glue. We just have to get to the highway and get a bus into town.” The tropical sun was unrelenting as we started the long trudge back to the main road. We hadn’t been walking long when the loud noise of an exhaust missing its baffles could be heard. It became louder ad eventually a rusty jeep came into view. It stopped beside us, the local driver pointing for us to get on board. There was only one seat up front, which I directed my girlfriend to take, whilst I took the only other perch available, at the back on the wheel arch. Rust holes peppered the vehicle but those between the driver and passenger seats were large and close together, giving a good view to the road below.

“Put your hand over the hole like this,” the driver screamed above the noise, “it makes it go faster.” Beverley did as told but removed her hand quickly as the heat from the exhaust became too much for her. The dust from the road and the black fumes settled on us, giving Beverley the appearance of a grimy street urchin and I knew I’d look the same. Finally arriving at the main road we thanked the driver and waited for a bus. The bus system here usually works despite there being no bus stops, timetables or routes as once the driver knows where you want to go he drops you at the door. We wanted to go to the local run stores that were on either side of the road before arriving in town but we didn’t know how to convey this to the driver.

“Wannem ples yu tufalla stap?” The bus driver asked.

“We don’t know so we’ll get out when we see it.” We told him. The bus headed off in the right direction but soon took a left turn, negotiating narrow streets as it climbed higher up the hill. Looking out the window, we saw a whole new world as a panoramic view over the harbour opened before us, the boats now dots in the distance. The dark blue water of the deep channels contrasting against the azure of the shallower coral reef water became more apparent from this height. The local area with its progressively cruder housing would also have had me transfixed but today, all I could do was a quick, anxious glance between the view and my watch. My anxiety turned to panic as I suddenly realized our course had bypassed the town and we were now heading away from it.

“We’ll get out here.” I was already out of my seat and pulling at the door handle of the vehicle. “We’ll have to get on one going the other direction. Hurry up.” I was already half way across the road. I travel light but Beverley, being a woman, had to have the three bags, even if they were on the small side. We found ourselves in the same predicament when we hopped on the next bus.

“Wannem ples yu tufalla stap?”

“Road to the airport please.” Hopefully that would take us past the right place. It wasn’t to be. Again we were off travelling the local roads arriving back where we started from. Time was now really running out.

To be continued………

In response to Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge and Trent’s Weekly Smile

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.
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18 Responses to Smiles: For Cee and for Trent and a little fiction

  1. Cee Neuner says:

    Excellent fun entry for this week. Thanks for the smiles.

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  2. Prior-2001 says:

    Ooooo you captured me with the blue water and nice coral – but uh- oh…..
    Coming back for part 2

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  5. What a ride – the ride on the rusty jeep, and the ride of this story – full of holes everywhere! But so much fun to read.

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  6. Meant to say how much I love the photo of you and Roger when you were just kids – so adorable, and shows those pretty white pearls in the center of your smiles.

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  7. Charli Mills says:

    Absolutely riveting! One dilemma upon another and writtenwith such rich details and tension, I felt like I was watching the scene unfold…and now it’s a cliffhanger!

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