I got another article published in Bella Grace magazine! If you’re not familiar with Bella Grace, it is a lovely literary-style magazine that focuses on finding beauty in everyday life. Full of enchanting writing and gorgeous photos, it’s a joy to pick up, browse, muse over, and reread!
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Perfect Pie
For the most part, Granny was a terrible baker. Her cookies were charcoal-edged and her biscuits kept the dogs busier than marrow bones. But her pies? Perfection.
I’d follow my nose to the kitchen where the counter was sprinkled with flour, fruit scraps and dirty utensils. I complimented and coaxed, poked furtively in cabinets looking for recipes. No luck.
Years later she neared the end. “It’s my last chance to ask. What’s your pie secret?”
Granny leaned closer. “I make every one from scratch.” She giggled. “Then I pitch it and buy another, ready-to-bake, from Pie in the Sky. Perfection!”
Many thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting another round of Friday Fictioneers! Drop by to write your own 100-word fiction based on the photo prompt or to enjoy the work of other writers!
PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox
Treetop Memories
“Can’t we just build regular cabins, Father?”
“Ah, my son, why do tourists come here?”
“To explore ruins, visit the acropolis, see the Chimera, walk by the sea—”
“They want experiences, memories, adventure!”
“Maybe… I think people like to be comfortable…and safe.”
“Tsk. Everyone sleeps on ground. Those who come to my pension hope to sleep in treetops with birds! They want snug nests, sunlight sprinkled on leaves, wind in hair. Build these, and birds will fly to us from all over the world!”
“Won’t the tourist sites be enough?”
“Certainly not! They will best remember the treetop!”
To read more 100 word stories based on this photo prompt, hop over to Friday Fictioneers, hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
Many thanks once again to the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers! Moved by the prompt photo? Come on by and write your own 100 words…
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Magic of Sea Life
It isn’t the weather I miss when I’m inland; it’s the ambiance. The whole experience. The chatter —powerful yet subtle—between sea, sand, and any visitor who happens to have a listening ear.
The water, salty on my throat and sweet on my toes, teases me as the sand drains from my soul everything grimy and dark. Like a sewage suction truck, it pulls the stresses of life through my pores and captures them in its tiny granules. What happens there? I suspect the ugly is composted, like food scraps, into peace.
Where else would the calm come from?
Angela Writes... 