99 Word Flash Fiction: Yellow Boat on a River

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David Saars  wrote a book about an eight year old boy, his son Benjamin, who as a haemophiliac had many blood transfusions. One of these led to his illness with HIV/AIDS. Benjamin loved drawing and painting and dealt with the pain of his illness, both physical and emotional through brilliant coloured pieces of art.

Benjamin went to bed each night telling his mother that she could be the red or the blue boat but that he was the yellow boat and he was on a river heading straight to the sun. This concept he got from an old Swedish Folk Song where the red and the blue boat returned but the yellow boat sailed on to the sun.

Luckily treatments have improved since 1987 and the deaths from HIV/AIDS is on the decrease worldwide despite, in some countries, the number of people testing positive to HIV increasing.

“Matron, I just had a needlestick injury”                                                                         “It’ll be okay. Don’t worry. Now fill out this incident form, have your blood taken and we’ll take some blood from the patient.”

“Whose going to tell her she’s infected already with AIDS.

“It’s not good news. Your bloods have come back positive. More than positive – you already have AIDS.”                                                                                                 “But how?”                                                                                                                                    “Do you have any lifestyle risks, had blood transfusions?”                                        “No.”                                                                                                                                        “Does your husband?”                                                                                                              “No.”                                                                                                                                          “You’d better check that with him.”  

 “You bastard.”                                                                                                                             ” Why?”                                                                                                                                            ” I’m going to die.”

“She’s in a yellow boat on a river taking her to the sun.”

I never know where I’m going with Charli’s prompt.  which for October 8th: In 99 words (no more, no less) include a yellow boat on a river. Be creative with the phrase. It can be about a yellow boat or it could be the name of a band or brand of toothpaste. It can be included in the setting or be the adventure.

As a bonus challenge, anyone willing to write a story for three year-olds will be included in a separate children’s compilation. It’s an option, and not the main prompt. I owe my nephew a story.

I know Charli was giving us a bright, breezy prompt after the last prompt of fear but I haven’t given her much to smile about in my response. I did find however a piece of music that I enjoyed listening to so will include it here as well.

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99 Word Flash Fiction: Yellow Boat on the River and the Adventures of Perspemon (a children’s tale)

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The faded yellow boat felt sad. Why didn’t the children want to go in him? They always chose the red boats and left him on the side of the pool. He knew he was special but why didn’t they?

One day a family came. Two of the children clamoured to ride in the red boat. Perspemon wanted to go in the yellow.

“Alright. You can go in the yellow by yourself.”

“Hold on tight” the yellow boat willed. “We’re off. Your family will think you are still here”

Perspemon blinked. He was in a yellow boat on the river

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This is my contribution to Charli’s prompt in the children’s section. The prompt is:

October 8, 2014 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) include a yellow boat on a river. Be creative with the phrase. It can be about a yellow boat or it could be the name of a band or brand of toothpaste. It can be included in the setting or be the adventure.

As a bonus challenge, anyone willing to write a story for three year-olds will be included in a separate children’s compilation. It’s an option, and not the main prompt. I owe my nephew a story.

 

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Silent Sunday: Low clouds? High Mountains?

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Dreamy

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Sunrise, then sunset

glow worm trails, mist, water still

I dream I won’t wake.

This week, for the weekly photo challenge we were asked for an image that looks dreamy to you. A photo of a place you often visit in dreams. A snapshot of your dreamy boy- or girlfriend. A scene that looks a bit out-of-this world. Take us on a flight of fancy!

 

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Skywatch Friday: 10th October 2014, Noosaville 4.35pm

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Floral Friday: Aldi Lillies

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7 photos

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Pervading sweet scent

two stalks of lillies, light pink

pales next to dark pink hue

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Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Soft Pastels (art works)

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(6 photos)  Although pastels have been in use since the Renaissance, Edgar Degas developed the pastel technique and used it as his medium almost exclusively after 1885. What are pastels? It depends what term of speech you are using. Degas’ painting above is known as a pastel.  To pastel (verb) means to paint/draw a pastel. As a noun pastel also refers to the stick used to create the painting. This stick or crayon consists of a pure powdered pigment and a binder which does not add to or change the colour of the pigment. Using this medium creates vibrant colours which are the closest of any art medium to the pigment colour. Degas painting (above) used the media known as soft pastel which gives the brightest colours of all the pastel medias. My nephew’s artwork (age 7) (below) used mainly hard pastel allowing him finer lines.

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If however, where the word pastel is used as an adjective it means soft in colour such as these paintings below. None are done with pastels and yet they are pastel scenes.

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For more entries in Cees Fun Fotos visit here.

 

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Wordless Wednesday: “I am a rock, I am an island”

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Sunday Stills the next challenge: on the water

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Not only do the lakes in Switzerland have boats of varying types they have a variety of beautiful birds. The swans laid their eggs on the edge of Lac Leman (Lake Geneva) to our amazement, not fearful that a human would cause them harm. That is part of the beauty of Switzerland. People seem to have common decency and care towards all living things. Lawns aren’t mown on Sundays, toilets in apartments not flushed overnight, skateboarders, pedestrians and cyclists co-exist with none being in fear of their own safety. Perhaps this is because the population largely consists of those working in international agencies with every country of the world well represented. For these swans and ducks the lakes would appear to be a nice place to be on the water.

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More of Ed’s challenge here

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99 Word Flash Fiction: Something worse than death.

This week Charli has given us a prompt where we show fear and a fate worse than death. She says  October 1, 2014 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) show a character confronting something worse than death. It can be a universal fear or something unique to the character. What does this fear reveal about motive? Does it color the tone, deepen the plot or add to absurdity? Go ahead, poke a pencil at fear this week.

Fear is something I have been thinking of this week. I joined toastmasters just over a year ago in order to overcome my fear of speaking in public. They say that public speaking is the top fear and most people would prefer to be laying in the coffin than giving the eulogy. If I was ever going to sell my book Nightmare in Paradise I would  have to sell myself and that means talking to groups of people. If I couldn’t string two words together who would believe I could write a book.  At toastmasters last week I spoke about fear using fear as an acronym. It could be a negative emotion meaning False Evidence Appearing Real which is exactly what fear is.  However, you can turn this into a positive of Feeling Excited and Ready. I have decided that this is my new approach to fear. Never again will I let my fears (of which I don’t have many) take over my life.

Famous last words. I will still get scared in cars taking corners and if combined with sheer valleys on either side of the road I expect I will still become hysterical.

The world tumbled as the glass broke and metal twisted. Over and over it turned. My body thrown forwards then backwards. Finally the sound of the ginding metal stopped. Silence. Silence as total as the pain was immense. I tried to move. I had to get out. I had to get out but I couldn’t move.

I could hear sounds now. Voices. Rescuing sounds. Sounds of sirens. Chopper blades. They bundled me, protected me, collared me, carried me, whispered reassurances to me. I didn’t care. I wished that I was dead. Alive from the head up was something worse than death.

When it comes to public speaking however and other little challenges I am going to approach them head on, feeling excited and ready.

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