Posted in Art, Border hopping, Personal, Photo

Pottery across the Big Pond

It was 7.30 PM when the doorbell rang. I went to answer it and saw a two-legged cardboard box. Then a head popped up from behind it and there was my neighbor lady, carrying a huge package. When I read the label saying United States, my baffled expression turned into joy and I jumped up and down, realizing what it was.

You see, when we were in San Francisco last month, we met with Julia, my beloved friend and Sister of the heart for over twelve years. Jules had prepared a wonderful surprise for the V-man and me and took us to a pottery paint workshop. Afterwards she promised to send our creations overseas…

A knife, I need a knife, I cried out to Sean, and he jumped up, also curious about what his mother had gotten herself into this time. No, it is not a box full of candy. 😉

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I buried myself up to the neck in the foam nuggets and wrapped in bubble plastic was this beauty: the flat bowl my V-man had painted. Isn’t it marvelous?!

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After even more digging, my own creation surfaced.

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They had survived both the furnace and the overseas trip! When we last saw them, they looked like this:

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A ‘bit’ of heat indeed brings out the colors 😉 My friend decorated an olive oil jug in green, purple and black flowers, and it also came out shiny and beautiful. Like this special lady herself. This is a photo Julia sent to me:

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Julia, darling, I can’t express (often) enough how much you mean to me. You have made our stay in San Francisco so special, warm and fun. A piece of my heart will always stay with you to shine on your path, and an unbreakable bond is linked between us. Whenever I look at this honey pot, I will think of you and the magical time we spent together. Thank you! ♥

Much love,
Mar

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Posted in Inspiration, Stories, Writing

The Way to Happiness

Kellie Elmore has challenged us with a new Free Write Friday Time & Place Scenario

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You find yourself in an elevator. The door closes and you see only five buttons. A sign hangs above them that reads: “Find Happiness.” Each button is a different color. Red, blue, green, orange and yellow. There are no other instructions and you must push one to get the elevator to move. Which color do you choose and why? Where does it take you?

Here’s my story:

She stood dead still, hardly breathing. The entrance was right in front of her and all she had to do was step forward. But her feet would not move. Tendrils of doubt were pulling her back. Back towards her old life. Back towards certainty. No! The steel doors hissed with impatience. She looked at the desk, where the clerk was watching her. His eyes tried to burn their way through her spine, but she ignored the pressure.

The hallway was huge. A cold draft twirled through the many layers of her consciousness. Loneliness struck hard. There was nothing for her here. Upstairs would be people. And coffee! Squaring her shoulders, she stepped forward, straight into the gaping maw of the elevator. With an impatient snap, the doors closed and absorbed her. Like a birth canal.

Eighth floor, the instruction said. The intricate carvings on the elevator wall entangled her thoughts with Celtic patterns. She traced the lines with her index finger until she came upon the control panel. Five buttons. The bright colors clashed with the wooden interior in the diffused light. Only five? Impossible! When she looked closer, she discovered an inscription that said ‘Find happiness’.

Find happiness? Was this some kind of joke? She thought of her parents, who had been so worried when she told them about her plans to find work in the city. Moving out. She could still feel the tears in her father’s farewell hug.

Happiness, she could use a bit of that. She would give anything for a moment of wellness. The gray of the past weeks was too overwhelming, was shutting her emotions down until only despair remained. Her bank account was almost empty; there was only enough left for one month’s rent. Now focus, you need this job! Five colors for happiness.

The warm red glowed under her fingers, pulsing to the beat of the blood in her veins. Cool blue, calming her troubled mind. Nature’s green, reminding her of the woods where she used to walk with her dad. The fruity orange of the orchard. A sunny glow of bright yellow. Her heart responded. She had missed the colors in her life so much of late. But which button should she choose? Why couldn’t there be a simple 8?

Suddenly a myriad of lights melted together into one flame, that burned the darkness away. It was as if a shroud of doubts was lifted. One color was missing in these rainbow buttons! The one hue that colored her mother’s eyes. The one color that created her own name. She turned her back on the bright panel and blindly grabbed for the button that would release her from this prison. The one she simply knew would be there. It was the purple button that opened the only door back to happiness. To herself.

Violet went home.

FWF

Posted in Six word stories

Six Word Story – Poverty

And this is my story about Poverty:

~ with hand uplifted his self-esteem died ~

Image: Wikipedia

Join in the challenge for Six Word Stories!

Posted in Six word story challenges

Six Word Story Challenge – Poverty

Are you up to a challenge? A challenge where you will need your imagination, a photo and a lot of only six words?

During the next two weeks I am searching for stories about POVERTY. In only six words! Let a photo or image inspire you to write a story. Or first write the story, and then make or search for a picture to go with it.

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Such a strong story and unseen images in only six words…

Every two weeks on Wednesday I will post a new theme for this Six Word Story Challenge. Publish your Six Word Story on your own website/blog and paste the link to that post in a comment here at Figments. I will include your contribution in this post, forming a list of stories.

Will you join me? Will you? Say you do 😀 And share the challenge news!

Have fun writing,
Marion

The next challenge will be posted on Wednesday, March 13.

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READ THE POVERTY STORIES OF:

Just this once I’ll start myself:

Who’s next? 🙂

Posted in Animals, Art, Personal, Photo, Photo challenge

Weekly Photo Challenge: Create

I love wood. I grew up with the scents of wood and glue, since my Dad has a workshop with all tools imaginable. He has always created things – still does actually – like Gyro Gearloose.

This little dog I made out of red meranti wood:

The brass frog once scared my neighbor. Senseless. She screamed and ran away. I was showing her the black wax model I molded. She thought it was real:

I crafted both the dog and the frog a long, long time ago, but they live where ever I live. Sturdy pets! 😉

Last year I created this silver-green dragon. It has been a guest at Figments before:

Witness its birth:

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