Impressions of Iceland

Last year I finally made it to Iceland and what a fantastic place it is to visit. In addition it’s a wonderful place for photography and the four days my wife and I spent there left us spellbound but a little frustrated.

The light is amazing and my photos hardly capture what my eyes saw. I would have to go back for a longer independent voyage with a tripod and patience to wait for the right nuances of light as it changes from minute to minute.

I hope these photos give you a taste of what can be seen and also motivate you to go yourself if you have the opportunity.

Slush : Friday Fictioneers

Slush

I placed my outstretched hand a few inches from the slush coated windowpane and anticipated the moist freshness.

I eased each finger in turn onto the glass but, while it was cold, my hand remained obstinately dry.

Sometimes it’s the little things that bring out my inner demons.

I slapped one hand after the other against the glass before suddenly, without effort, they curled into fists as I pounded relentlessly, leaving moist red sticky trails.

I didn’t hear the key in the lock or the shouts of the prison guards as they entered.

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly Flash Fiction challenge curated by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The limit is 100 words which I take great pleasure every week in respecting.

This weeks photo prompt is also © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Thanks Rochelle!

 

Simba : OWPC

I’m not a pet person and over the years I’ve only really had one pet and that was a Goldfish that was given to me by my Aunt when I was a kid. I remember travelling with it in a plastic bag in the back of the family red mini from Bristol to Chippenham.

But I have a wonderful family and a family has it’s own needs. So it was that we came to have Simba our much loved cat that stayed with us from 1996, just after he was born, for 9 years. He moved from the apartment to our new home when we moved to the suburbs in our own house, in 2000.

I tolerated him for many years until he gradually became a lot more than my wife and children’s cat to become the authentic family cat.

So I was sad that one day in 2005  he went out in the morning as he usually did, but never returned.

I hope he found somewhere where he was happy and looked after and if he met with an accident that he felt no pain.

He found a place in my heart and I miss him.

This an album for the One Word Photo Challenge : Cat.

Travel in the 21st Century : FFfAW

Travel in the 21st Century

From a historical perspective, the liberalization of the rules governing personal time travel was a mistake.

Looking back, it’s easy to understand why this form of travel had such a social impact.

Invented some time between 2035 and 2037, by an unknown inventor, the company behind it’s commercialisation was quick to exploit the perceived gap in the travel industry.

Initially, it was, of course, a pursuit for the seriously rich, but within a relatively short space of time, some 10 years or so, advances in technology and manufacturing brought time travel to the masses.

The social impact was monumental. Within a year the spread of it’s uncontrolled casual use, led to collosal fractures in family and occupational life.

It was no longer a question of whether someone was here or there but also of when they were at any particular moment. Even though safeguards were in place to prevent any interaction between the traveller and his timeline, the overall effect was disastrous, both psychologically and of course financially.

It was only in June 2051, with the introduction of the Scarecrow Clause, that Time Travel was finally regulated, permitting us to move to the next phase.

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, a flash fiction weekly challenge from Priceless Joy, is an excellent weekly challenge to create a work of flash fiction (100-175 words or so) prompted by an image. This weeks photo is from Louise with © The Storyteller’s Abode. Thanks Louise!

I’m sorry if the link between my story and the image is somewhat tenuous 🙂

 

 

Stepping Stones : Sunday Photo Fiction

Stepping Stones

I ran my fingers across the old stone wall, expecting it to feel cold, but it was surprisingly warm from it’s sunny disposition, and Summer had been unusually clement this year.

I studied the castle. It was a little over renovated to my taste. Not a brick out of place and the lawn was immaculate, probably mowed by hand. The castle buildings were in better shape than they’d ever been.

I moved to the rendezvous point. A wooden bench beside some sort of wooden catapult. It was almost time.

I placed my briefcase beside me on the bench and waited.

There was no loud pop, no flash of light. A young woman appeared beside me on the bench.

She looked surprised and a little disorientated.

She appraised my attire, perfectly appropriate for this epoch.

“Early 21st century?” she enquired.

I nodded.

“Can you give me a 300 year boost?”

“Which way are you travelling today?” I asked.

“I’m going back.”

I took a device from my briefcase.

“That’ll be 200K credits.”

She nodded, took it and spoke into it softly.

“Authorisation : Debit 200K : Backwards activate.”

Then she was gone.

I checked my schedule.

Only 5 more today.

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge curated by Al Forbes. Thanks Al. This week’s photo prompt is © A Mixed Bag 2012

Rainbow Request

I’m posting outside of a challenge today.

Recently, I posted a photo of a rainbow as part of a challenge (Curves) and a commenter liked it and we had a conversation. It turns out he hasn’t seen many rainbows (perhaps because of where he lives and prevailing weather conditions).

I promised to post some so : Yousuf here they are! Enjoy. Why not visit his blog it has some great posts.

Transition : FFfTPP

Transition

Peter sat down with relief and laid his gnarled cane flat on the cold stone floor of the ancient bridge that forded the river.

It was really dark last night, but I’m pretty sure this is the place.”

Alan pulled his brightly coloured scarf tighter to block out the early morning chill.

“Are you sure? It doesn’t feel right.”

“You’re too young to remember but this is how it used to be.”

They placed a pile of hastily printed sheets and a stack of cheap plastic pens on the rickety table and waited in silence.

After a while, a young couple entered the bridge, hand in hand, lost in conversation.

Alan sprung to greet them.

“Passports and Visas.”

They looked surprised. The man advanced towards Alan.

“I’ve crossed here for forty years : all my family is on the other side.”

“Well you should have thought of that before voting leave in the referendum, shouldn’t you.”

The man returned Alan’s gaze and coughed nervously.

“I didn’t vote.”

Roger Shipp is our host for the weekly Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner challenge and provided the photo prompt and the words in italics. I don’t think I need to explain my story this week. I’m not happy with the result  of the UK Referendum but I did vote.

The Airport : Friday Fictioneers

The Airport

We sat in the airport lounge, hand in hand, lost in our thoughts, as the sun rose on the horizon, in what should have been a moment of optimism.

The airport went noisily about it’s business, but an uneasy silence lay between us.

We’d exhausted the possibilities over stale coffee and warm margaritas, but had finally admitted defeat.

As the incoming flight was announced, we put on our happy faces and turned to look at each other, but there was no parting kiss.

You waved to attract Martin’s attention while further along Rosemary ran eagerly into my open arms.

I was not contributing to Friday Fictioneers when this prompt was proposed so it’s a new story from me. I don’t know how Rochelle Wisoff-Fields manages to balance writing and managing this wonderful challenge but I am really grateful.

The photo prompt is copyright-Rich Voza.