The Fish Factory: Six Sentence Story

Jennifer plunged her hands into the vat of salt water, her eyes tearing with pain as the salt water ate at the cracks meandering across her red swollen palms. Some holiday jobs are worse than others but despite hating the job,  she needed it to be able to escape from it.

Move quicker, they’d said but obeying was her downfall. As she increased the speed  of the sharp knife she used for preparing the fish, it slipped on the scales cutting through the thick rubber gloves she wore into her own hands. Immersion in the brine dried her own flesh as effectively as that of the fish and she prayed she’d be able to hide her drying, dying hands until she had enough money for her passage home.

I wish I was a fish, she thought, as at least they’re already dead when they’re put in the brine.

In response to Zoe’s SSS prompt dry

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W words with two vowels: Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge

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Woman

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Wombat

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Whale

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Winter

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Woofer enters water

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window

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washing

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winners

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In response to Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge

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Babies are out and about: Wordless Wednesday

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Textures of War: Tuesdays of Texture

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Rusting relics

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with added messages from birds above

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Sit in Memorial park

Remembering

just how close the Japanese forces

were from our shores in WWII

found,

defused

at Sunshine Beach

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But unknown to me at least

was that near our shores

in WWI

were lurking

German forces

leaving mines

found

defused

Teewah Beach

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These textures of war

overlook

my favourite place of peace.

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Hope: Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers

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A maddened sky

Crashing thunder

Devil’s plunder

Lightening streaks

Angels cry 

Then storm goes by

The Devil dies

Red, orange, green

blue, indigo and violet

arching down

stirring souls to hope

of hidden treasure

If only those that seek

Knew the treasure 

is to be found 

in the skies of blue

That will follow.

Thank you to Priceless Joy who hosts FFFAW and to any1mark66 for the photo prompt.

 

 

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No Great Mischief: A Book Review

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A beautifully written family story that spans three generations of the McDonald clan both in Scotland and after their immigration to Nova Scotia. Alice Munro says of No Great Mischief by Alistair MacLeod “You will find scenes from this majestic novel burned into your mind forever.” That is certainly true. There are scenes I will never forget such as when the mother and father and one of their sons walk back to the lighthouse over the frozen ice; the death of the other Alexander Macdonald; the music night at the mine; the horse pulling Calum’s tooth; the whale and more. The writing is simple but effective – lyrical, making it almost poetic to read.

However, this is a family history and throughout I wondered when the story would start. The history of the family I found interesting but felt it was more background to something else which didn’t happen. There were numerous of Munroe’s unforgettable scenes throughout the book and never did I feel like putting it down nor did I have a reluctance to pick it up but for some reason it didn’t fully work for me.

MacLeod certainly made his characters known to us. The narrator was Alexander MacDonald who now is an orthodontist. It starts when he is on his way to supply his older brother, an alcoholic, with alcohol. Calum (the brother) had been convicted of murdering a French Canadian miner and was on probation from a life sentence. Through reminiscences we learn the story of the1779 Calum Ruadh from whom the Macdonalds were descended. We get to know Alexander’s brothers, his grandparents on his fathers side and his grandpa on his mother’s side. We get to know cousins. We are taken from Cape Breton to the mines in Ontario and to the current day (1970) in Toronto. The ending although sad is beautiful.

So would I recommend a book that didn’t have a story in the true sense of the word – I have to say yes I would. The writing was beautiful. There were enough highs and lows to hold my interest and scenes that were memorable. It tells of a country and a life that is unknown to me and I enjoyed that aspect. This is a book I would classify as literary and if you like lyrical – put this book on your reading list. It teaches us that “all of us are better when we’re loved.”

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Weekend Coffee Share 21st January 2018

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Welcome and come on in. Let’s get settled with a cup of tea or coffee and we’ll have a chat. How is your weather? Australia is in the midst of a heat wave. The tour down under bike race was cancelled for two days because it was dangerously hot. The Australian Open Tennis however, was not cancelled and players had to perform in temperatures above 40 degrees celsius. Novak Djokovic and Gael Monfils both complained, one saying he was dying on court. There is talk of reviewing the extreme temperature rule but not until this years event is completed. Naturally with this level of heat with the addition of wind fires are breaking out but hopefully they will be quickly contained.  What is more frightening is the number of parents leaving their little children locked in cars. On one day alone ten children had to be rescued and yesterday another four with one now in hospital in a serious condition. Every one needs to be aware that heat kills. Check your elderly neighbours. Give pets ice in their water. For us here on the Sunshine Coast where we expect hot weather, we have been let off lightly with so far only two days of extreme heat.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that we have been putting up shade cloths so that we can walk on the tiles out by our pool and sit at the table there. Without shade it is impossible. We started off with one sail but that didn’t give us the coverage we needed so we ordered another. With age any project we do seems to take on a slapstick element to it. Neither of us have the hand strength any more to open a soft drink bottle let alone cut wire with wire cutters. (I even had to return a fly spray to Aldi because neither of us could depress the spray button. It must be faulty we thought until the cash register girl easily pressed and got a spray which filled the shop. I demonstrated my powers and she gave me my money back). Every swage we did had to be undone and the list goes on but finally we have our sails up and they work well.

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If we were having coffee I’d tell you that I took my mother to see the film “The Post.” with Meryl Streep and Tom Hanks produced by Steven Spielberg. The film was based on a true story about the Washington Post, the first ever female publisher of an American newspaper and secrets about the Vietnam War. I have poor attention span when watching films or television and it really has to grab me from the start and keep that grab going for me to stay awake. The start worked but then it became a bit slow for me and off I went to sleep. I don’t think I was asleep for too long and the rest of the film was good. It is interesting too, watching history you remember. My Mum and the other lady we took both loved it in its entirety. One aspect I really enjoyed seeing was the inside workings of newspaper printing. My ex brother in law used to be a typesetter – a job now no longer in existence. It was wonderful revisiting this process and wondering at how much times have changed.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that I am in the process of installing an automatic watering system. My husband told me not to do it but I never do what I’m told so I purchased the equipment needed without telling him and started the installation whilst he was at golf. He was not as upset as I had expected him to be but he also refuses to learn how to use it so when I thought 2:00 was minutes and was in reality hours he had no idea how to turn it off (if he would have done anyway) and used it as an ‘I told you so’ of the pointlessness of having a system. He will come round. I haven’t quite finished but will by the time we head off on our cruise to New Guinea ( 19 days 5 hours and 5 minutes).

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that nothing else has happened in my life. I am writing, reading and trying to get fit. A hint I was given for helping with my eating was that a slice of pineapple a day will stave off cravings for sweet things. I have been doing this and I have to say I don’t feel the same need I did before and have cut them down.

Enough about me.  How was your week? Has your weather been warmer/colder, wetter/drier. Have you read any good books or seen any good films?  Thank you for dropping in for coffee, it is lovely to see you. Thanks to  eclecticali  who is our host of the weekend coffee share.

 

 

 

 

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Welcome to the Parlour: Silent Sunday

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Booted out: 99 Word Flash Fiction

Kenny’s wife kicked him out. “She’s mentally ill,” he said. He stayed with friends. After too many repetitious stories whilst invading her personal space, the friend’s wife ousted him. “Poor Digby,” he said. Next, some acquaintances without wives. They evicted him when he gambled his cash and stopped paying his way, . “Ungrateful,” he said. “Better by meself.  I’ve got me boat, car and clothes. That’s all I need.” He ate, drank and showered at the golf club then wobbled the short distance to bed. 

Rudely awoken, Kenny heard, “Get your boat outta the carpark. We’re giving you the boot.”

In repsonse to Charli’s prompt where she asks:

January 18, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes boots. Whose boots are they, where do they go and what is their significance? Go where the prompt leads.

Respond by January 23, 2018, to be included in the compilation (published January 24). Rules are here. All writers are welcome!

 

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Dancing: Three Line Tales

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Tennis bores me but I love to watch the dance. Graceful, athletic. How they can bend from the waist, doubling over on themselves. Holding their ankles. How I’d tried to do this and failed. I don’t know why they go to watch the tennis – I go to watch the shadows.

Sonya’s prompt for three line tales can be found along with others who have joined in.

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