What’s a Fictioneer, especially a Friday one? We’re a (very) loose group of bloggers who write stories (more or less) a hundred words long inspired (one way or another) by the photos that the one and only Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts every Wednesday. How do people qualify to become Fictioneers? Check Rochelle’s post, write your story, post it, and add it to Rochelle’s InLinkz page of the week. It’s really that simple. Want to try?
While you think it over, take a look at my story – comments are enthusiastically welcome.
Outside, the sign says “Heart’s Desire”. Inside, jumbled junk. So I confronted the blonde at the cash register.
“Whatever you want, we sell it,” she said. “If you can find it.”
“Sure you do. Like what?”
“Gold, jewels – cheap. Cures for whatever you’ve got. That out-of-print book you lost two moves ago.”
She grinned. “The lighting in here’s very flattering, and everybody leaves happy and hopeful. And that’s the best part of being young, right?”
“Is that what you want? Well. Magic, we have – and with magic and a little persistence, who knows?”
Who knows, indeed? We’ve been running the store together for years now.
This time, the Weekly Photo Challenge asks to see the world from a new angle, with pictures taken from overhead.
With the camera pointing straight down at them, these iris are almost unrecognizable. (I seem to be starting the week in a floral mood – here in my corner of the planet the spring flowers are putting on their best show right now, so why not?)
This week’s Friday Fictioneers Foto was a challenge – I knew at first sight what sort of mood I wanted to try for, but how to build a story around that feeling? Here’s my hundred word story at last – please let me know what you think of it! And as always, many thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, our valiant cat herder!
Full Fathom Five
I still have photos from that vacation. Want to see the hotel? Gorgeous, right? An old place with creaky elevators and small rooms and ancient plumbing, but so much charm. Like living in a coral reef. We had a great time – I learned to paddleboard, and Jim spent every day on that little boat he rented.
He was out on the bay when all the water pulled back from the land. I was staring, trying to understand, when one of the locals grabbed my arm and dragged me inland, uphill, just ahead of that mountain of water.
Jim? I tell myself he’s still out there enjoying his boat.
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(By the way – I’ve never been anywhere near the real building in the photo, and as far as I know it’s completely up to date inside 😉 )
Day before yesterday, I met with a friend, and we walked through a large chunk of center city Philadelphia, taking pictures as we went. A few of them –
Some walls in Philadelphia have murals painted (or otherwise constructed) on them, like this one – the “Lincoln Legacy Project” – in the 700 block of Chestnut Street.
I couldn’t get all of this mural in one photo. It faces into a narrow parking lot…
…and if I had stepped back any farther, the mural would be hidden by the building on the other side of the lot. (Or else I’d have been standing in the middle of Chestnut Street, which isn’t a good idea.) You’d need a wide-angle lens to photograph the whole thing, and I didn’t have one.
(I’d give you more information about the mural, but the mural project website doesn’t discuss its meaning – I suppose it speaks for itself. I can tell you that it’s partly a mosaic made of more than a million glass tiles, and that the left side was painted by inmates at Graterford Prison.)
Then there are walls that are artwork in themselves –
Carved stone on 5th street near Market.
Beside the stairsteps in Independence Hall.
The stair landing in Independence Hall. We often think of eighteenth-century architecture as fairly austere, and compared with what the Victorians built, it is. But builders in the 1700s were perfectly happy to include a bit of ornament, as long as it didn’t compromise the classical proportions of their work.