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Today, the start of a work week, is the day that I devote to hosting the Mondays Finish the Story challenge. In the challenge, I ask that you write a story using between 100-150 words. I ask that you use the opening line and the photo prompt to create your story. Today, I am using the opening line of the challenge at the end of my story. It is in bold and italics. The photo prompt follows the story.

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It was an ordinary day for him. After having a good stretch and getting out of bed, he made his way into the kitchen. He walked over to two legs. He made himself known by rubbing his body against those legs and meowing loudly saying, “Stoke my belly.”

After getting his ears rubbed, a bowl of gravy and shrimp appeared on his placemat. Finishing the meal, he sat, licking the left paw to clean his face, then switching to the right. Purrfect.

He jumped up on one of the dining room chairs, hidden by the tablecloth. The wimpy dog walked by so he had to take full advantage of his concealment. He shot out his right paw, claws extended, swiping the dog on the nose.

The dog yelped and ran. Two legs ran to the dog. The cat heard his name. He was in trouble. Moving from the chair, he thought he found the perfect hiding spot.

You Can't See Me - © 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

You Can’t See Me – © 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

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Mondays Finish the Story

I hope that you enjoyed my story today! You too can join in on the Mondays Finish the Story challenge by clicking HERE!

Thanks for stopping by and have a wonderful week. Be well… ^..^

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Cast in Stone - Photo by Alastair Forbes

Cast in Stone – Photo by Alastair Forbes

Staring at the statue, I notice the fellow is looking skyward. He is wearing a heavy jacket and is holding a hat. He sits on a disk. Few know why there is the disk.

It was back in 1940, and a war was raging. The vantage point where the statue sits is where the country defended itself against invasion. After days of battle, reinforcements arrived. Odd reinforcements. They were short people, with gray skin, huge heads, and black lidless eyes. The troops stopped to look at the beings that were weaving their way through them.

The greys moved into position. Looking around at the men, they seemed to be communicating with them. The men heard the word, “Sit.” So sit they did. The greys moved to the edge of the cliffs looking down at the opposing force.

One of the greys seemed to be in charge. He raised his left arm, six fingers spread. In unison, all the greys did the same and then pointed at the enemy. The opposing force was disabled. The greys then moved to the spot where the statue now stands, then disappeared.

You see, the statue sits where once there was an alien transporter.

Battle of Britian Memorial Statue - Photo by Detraymond

Battle of Britian Memorial Statue – Photo by Detraymond

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This story was written for the Sunday Photo Fiction challenge hosted by Alastair Forbes. Great photo Al!

Sunday Photo Fiction

Sunday Photo Fiction

I hope that you enjoyed my bit of flash today, and I thank you for taking the time to stop by! Be well… ^..^

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Snow in July - Photo by Dee Lovering

Snow in July – Photo by Dee Lovering

Snow in July? I guess anything is possible. I put on some winter clothes and headed to the park.

I grabbed a hot chocolate and went inside the pavilion. Sitting on a bench, I looked at the happy faces of the children on the merry-go-round. They always make me smile.

After sitting for a good hour, I put my mittens back on and headed for home. I turned on the news. “Scientists today are giving us a bit of alarming news. Climatologist Dr. Radovich of NOAA reports that the earth is heading for an ice age.”

So much for global warming.

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Thank you Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers and to Dee Lovering for the photo that inspired this story. And, thank you dear reader for taking the time to stop on by for a quick read. Have a fantastic day!

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Today, the start of a work week, is the day that I devote to hosting the Mondays Finish the Story flash fiction challenge. In the challenge, I ask that you use between 100-150 words that uses the opening line and the photo prompt to create your story. Here is today’s photo and the opening line is in bold and italics. I hope that you enjoy my story.

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

“The petroglyphs told the story of an unusual event.” Now most would look at all the symbols that cover the rock in this photo. What they should be looking at is the area on the upper left.

Do you see the two figures at the left? The one on top is a dog. The one below it is Stands Tall and Points. The two of them used to travel together. The art depicts a story he told the Anasazi.

He tells them that not only would there be a migration of big horned goats, but also snakes. Hunting will be good.  He says the rain is coming. He lets them know to secure the ladder to the cliff dwelling. They were all good signs.

The grandfather looks at his sleeping grandson. He is now asleep. Too bad the grandfather thought. I was just getting to the part where Big Foot comes in. Few paid attention to that symbol.

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Mondays Finish the Story

Mondays Finish the Story

You too can take part in this challenge. To get there just click HERE!

Enjoy the day and sorry for the late post today. A bit under the weather… Dear reader, be well… ^..^

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Henry's New Throne - Photo by Alastair Forbes

Henry’s New Throne – Photo by Alastair Forbes

This is a story of a king and his throne, and one seldom heard of.

Gertrude is a fine seamstress. She is known to have the swiftest needle in the entire kingdom. You just did not want to piss her off by complaining about anything she made, only because she had a funny way of getting back at you.

Her husband, Rolf, is a fine carpenter. He lovingly worked as quickly as he could to create a new throne after the last one broke. Together with his wife, they crafted a very handsome piece. The following day was to be the unveiling and they hoped it would pass muster.

They stood at the very back of the room as the king swept in. Walking tall and proud he made his way to the throne. Stepping up on the dais, he turned and planted himself on the seat. He held onto the arms tightly as he tested it out. Smiling, he waved Gertrude to the front of the room.

She approached the king. Whispering in her ear, she looked at him in shock. Raising the royal tookis, Gertrude inspected the area, and apologetically pulled the needle from Henry’s backside. Rolf smiled.

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Sunday Photo Fiction

Sunday Photo Fiction

A huge thanks goes out to Alastair Forbes for hosting Sunday Photo Fiction, and for the amazing photo that inspired this story.

Thank you dear reader for stopping by and be well! ^..^

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Today I am writing for the Friday Fictioneers flash fiction challenge. Today’s photo was taken by Sandra Crook and it is of a street in Dijon France. Let’s see where this photo takes me…

Dijon - Photo by Sandra Crook

Dijon – Photo by Sandra Crook

A breeze blew through the street, carrying the aromas of baking bread. It tickled their noses making their stomach’s growl.

“Do you smell that?” Claire asked Jean Luc.

“It smells glorious.”

Following their noses, they found the patisserie. Ordering beer and sandwiches, they sat to eat. Jean Luc got up and asked the gal behind the counter, “Do you have any Grey Poupon?”

“No!” she replied.

Jean Luc returned to the table. “Did they have any?” Claire asked.

He shook his head no showing her his empty hands.

“This is just not going to cut the mustard,” she said smiling.

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Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers, and to Sandra Crook for the photo that inspired this story.

To you dear reader, I hope you enjoyed this sappy tale.  I just had to do something with mustard.  :D

Have an amazing day and be well… ^..^

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Today, the start of a work week, is the day that I devote to hosting the Mondays Finish the Story flash fiction challenge. In the challenge, I ask that you use between 100-150 words that uses the opening line and the photo prompt to create your story. Today’s post features fellow writer Martin Furman who came up with this week’s opening line. Here is today’s photo and the opening line is in bold and italics. I hope that you enjoy my story.

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

“Delphine always wanted to pilot her father’s plane and when he forgot his keys on her tenth birthday, she knew that taking off would be easy.” She certainly had watched him often enough. Heading out of the house through the hangar, she opened the door to the cockpit. Climbing inside, she buckled in.

The key slid into the ignition. She pushed in the mixture knob in to send fuel to the engine. She followed this by pushing in the carburetor knob. She flipped the master switch up. Then she primed the engine. She then opened the throttle. Turning the keys, she heard to engine fire up.

Delphine headed onto the runway, excited as she took off. She saw the world below her get smaller. There was her house and the orchards. When flying with her dad, he always pulled on the little yellow button. She pulled it and heard a whoosh. Fluid sprayed out behind her.

Circling back, she flew over the house. There was her Dad in the driveway waving his arms wildly. “Uh-oh,” she thought.

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Mondays Finish the Story

Mondays Finish the Story

You too can join in on this fun challenge! To get to the Mondays post, click HERE!

A huge thanks to Martin for taking on the challenge of coming up with an opening line!

I hope that you enjoyed my bit of flash, and I would like to thank you for taking the time to drop on by. Have a magnificent Monday and be well… ^..^

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