Past the warlock, the blacksmith,
ye olde “Ale & Turkey Drumstick”
and the jousters down the lane
we chanced upon a slumbering sprite in the wood.
Later we floated
back over the corn stubble field
to some internal combustion machine
or another, to sail home into the sunset
with the wind whipping our rigging
in 6/8 time gypsy hip-shaking tambourine.
And 5 additions to this 55 words of fiction for the G-Man…
1. 3 iPhone photos from that Renaissance Fayre — back when my pix were a mere 740px wide. 🙂
2. The boots belonged to the sleeping angel girl’s brother.
3. Fun is good.
4. Love is good.
5. Ale is good.
xoxooxoxoxoxo
Okay! 6 things…
I get to go back into the recording studio next week to sing, so…
if my blog-hoppping is sparse until then…
please know that I and the music of the leaves up laughing in the trees are writing lyrics for you.
🙂
xoxoxo
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The year I was born, 1964,
our friend “Uncle” Jimbo, then 19,
served his first of 4 Vietnam tours.
Jimbo, who videotaped Kelly’s birth.
Jimbo, who honored her this morning
by accepting her invitation to appear with
other Veterans in her school ceremony.
Jimbo, quick to laugh, love and lend a hand.
Jimbo, gift of a human and friend.
I reckon that was 55 words (non-fiction today) for The G-Man.
I’ll explain the Red Hatter thing sooner than later.
The hand on Jimbo’s shoulder in 2001 belonged to his sometimes-nice-but-more-often-crazy ex.
Luckily, he soon met and married a VERY nice lady, Terri. Kelly was a flower girl at their wedding, 2005.
Here we all were at Lake Buchanan…
Jimbo and Terri are AWESOME!!
Posted with love and gratitude
by Jannie-bo-Bannie
xoxoxoxoxoxo
P.S. Notice Kelly’s foot in the newborn picture!!??? So precious!!
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about 3 yellow cars in 55 words?
That when she took
the photos she was
wearing her $18 hat
and had just shared
a strawberry rose
with the child she
marvels at daily?
That she photoshopped out
the bird poop from photos 1 and 3?
That poop does sometime happen?
But fertilizer is the stuff of growth.
And love is ever at the helm!
G-Man is ever at the helm as our Friday Flash Fiction 55 host.
Write a 55, post it and let G-Man know.
He WILL pop over and comment.
xoxoxooxoxoxxo
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Flash Fiction 55 | Posted by Jannie on 7 October 2011 @ 5:55 AM
My enemy rides in a golf cart.
My enemy over-kisses her dog.
My enemy wears strange hats
and flounces around the streets
screaming sour nothings.
My enemy buys diamonds.
My enemy eats cake.
My enemy drives a car I don’t.
My enemy kneels to lay flowers
on his dead brother’s grave.
My enemy calls me to peace.
YESSSSS, I LOVE when a 55 writes itself in 55 seconds.
Got 55 words of fiction? Post it and let G-Man know.
(Top photo is of Majorca. Never been there, but it looks kinda nice.)
World Peace Hands by Kevin Boulder.
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Flash Fiction 55, Friends | Posted by Jannie on 22 September 2011 @ 5:55 PM
The girl who dreams of Paris,
she with poems and the Eiffel Tower
shooting out the top of her head,
needs only bread, cheese
oranges, pencil and paper
to survivingly thrive.
Green trees and
cafe afternoons
feed her too.
But really, just a
white room with
words to lay her
heart on will do.
My European Tour 1999 — 11 penpals in 7 countries in 30 days. Me with Christine in Paris.
Remember my blonde “panpal” Jo in England? The one I love to BITS!!??
There she is with Andy in London during that same trip.
And speaking of “a Trip,” for more Flash Fiction 55s…
please visit G-Man in his land of happy ass-kicking.
xoxoxooxox
Oh — and TODAY marks my 3-year blogging anniversary, whoooohoooo.
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