Tattoo Not So Cool

“Do you see that?”

“Yes.”

“What is it?”

“A big oven.”

“What do they cook over there?”

“….things.”

“What kind?”

“…mostly… bricks.”

“I’m Micky and you are….”

“…No. 7.”

Micky gave a puzzled look.

“Yah! That’s my name. See this,” said no.7 as he extended his right hand, “they tattooed it in my wrist.”

“That’s cool. My mom says I’m too young to get myself tattooed. You look my age. How did you convince your mom?”

“I didn’t. They just did it.”

“How….”

“You ask too many question,” said no.7 and vanished like a smoke.

Micky screamed “Ghost! Ghost!” and ran like a weasel never to check this spot again.

Copyright – Marie Gail Stratford

Rochelle Wisoff- Fields-Addicted to Purple is the place where every Friday a photo is shared with an aim to write a fiction around it in 100 words or less. Anyone who wants to participate can click at FRIDAY FICTIONEERS to know about the rules.

Today’s photo is a contribution from Marie Gail Stratford.

A great thanks to both Rochelle and Marie for today’s Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to all my readers for their time and comments.

Call from her

Barbara Beacham is the kind host of Monday’s Finish the Story. Every week a photo and the first sentence of the story is shared and the challenge is to finish the story in 100 – 150 words. Thanks Barbara for this week’s photo and the challenge.

Finish the story begins with:  “Arriving at the beach, she reflected on her life.”

“Why am I here? What am I doing here?” she said.

She took out her cell phone.

“My sweet baby. Why did you leave us and go? I should have protected you from everything. I’m your mom.” she said.

With a heavy heart she started walking towards the sea. She stood deep in it. The dark blue water first ate her body and then slowly swallowed her head. Her eyes… now closed.

She was happy; she was running after her little baby.

“Don’t go away Jamie. Come to mommy.” she screamed loudly.

“Are you alright, hon?” asked James.

“Oh! It was Jamie. I so wish that I never wake up from these dreams. It is the only time that seems real to me.”

James took her in his arms as she cried the whole night.

Copyright – Barbara Beacham

A great thanks once again to Barbara. Thanks to all my readers for their time and comments too.

Life is all that I have

“Life is all that I have,” she said.

Spreading its colourful wings as it hovered into the sky.

A tiny body packed in vibrant colours;

She flew high to kiss the sun.

She came down to embrace the flowers.

“Life is all that I have,” she said.

And so, I shall live;

As she went up the hill,

and raced down the streams.

All colours she had seen;

All colours she had lived,

Except for one.

A day came as it tried to fly,

But there was no fun.

The sun became black.

Darkness was all her sight,

But she was not afraid

For she said again,

“Life was all that I had”

And I have lived all the colours vibrant and gay

Now let the night cover me,

For it is in this night that I’ll find a new light.

Something to remember by

Barbara Beacham is the kind host of Monday’s Finish the Story. Every week a photo and the first sentence of the story is shared and the challenge is to finish the story in 100 – 150 words. Thanks Barbara for this week’s photo and the challenge.

Finish the story begins with:   “Are you laughing at me? “ Yes, they are.

I held a photo frame in my hands.

My best friend, Rose, and I are 65+. When we started hitting the loneliness road we decided to steer our lives a little…towards happiness. Rose enrolled for a photography class. I had always loved painting so I enrolled myself for an art class.

She came with a gift on my 70th birthday – kimonos – two for both of us.

We smiled gleefully in our kimonos and bright red lipstick. The timer was set… a flash and a click…captured us perfectly.

The picture had collected dust so I started cleaning it. It looked cloudy. So with a duster in my hand and my glasses on I took a closer look. Silence.

“Wahat! No wonder they looked the same size. They are yellow orchids not us in yellow kimonos.” I started laughing. Something to remember by…of course! not only the photo but my foolishness too.

Copyright – Barbara Beacham