What child or adult doesn’t enjoy playing with bubbles?
A combination of dish soap or shampoo and water create the liquid that can provide an afternoon of fun. A thin layer of soap film forms hollow spheres when blown through an object. The bubbles don’t last very long before bursting but children always find it exciting to try and catch one. It’s always been a fun summer pastime.
Mother’s gaze was always distant, as if she belonged to another world.Her eyes shimmered, hinting at unshed tears, but she remained alone in her thoughts, tapping her foot in the solitude of her rocker.
The visiting nurse shared a poignant tale of my Father and Mother. They weren’t just a couple, but a single entity, bound by a love that transcended life itself. He read to her, by the gentle glow of the lamplight, until his final breathe. A secret language on every page read.
For eternity, she will wait, her heart aching with the anticipation of their reunion.
Welcome to Friday Fictioneers, where a band of writers create original artful stories inspired by a photo prompt. The title of this story has a #2 because several weeks ago I wrote the original here for Friday Fictioneers. Both stories are independant of each other but continue in theme. Enjoy, Isadora
Silence in the car was deafening.
Exasperated, Rita asked, “What’s your name?”
“Charlie.”
“Charlie, huh! Gotta a last name?”
Ignoring Rita, he said, “With all this rain, no cars were passing. Thanks for the lift.”
“Where are you going?”
I live right across the Lawson Bridge. “Is that out of your way?”
“I can manage that.”
It was a dark, starless night after the rain.
Crossing the bridge, the lights in the distance called to Rita. She felt freedom was on the other side of that bridge.
First she’d drop off Charlie. After all, he could be a serial killer.
Artwork is personal. Whether you view a painting by the great masters in a museum or a painting in a gallery or art show, you feel a personal connection to it as you look at it.
My husband and I decided a very long time ago to refrain from purchasing gifts for any occasion. Instead, we felt that a piece of Art would be much more enjoyable for both of us. Over the course of years, we have purchased a great deal of Art.
The photograph of the above painting called ‘Opportunity’ was a Christmas gift we have enjoyed viewing every day.
We admire it. It reminds us every day that life is a challenge. Our journeys won’t always be smooth or without stumbles.
However, it’s in our ability to rise above disappointments and setbacks that we can overcome the struggles. Sometimes, in the darkness, there is light, but we are blinded by our disappointments and fail to see what could be right in front of us.
The moment I saw the painting, I knew it would be added to my Bucket List. It has not disappointed us.
The artist Juan ‘One’ Sepulveda creates works of Art with inspirational Symbolism. His style is unique and speaks to the viewer of various moments in life’s journey,
In our journey through “LIFE,” we often encounter opportunities and disappointments. In this painting, a person appears defeated after a door closes in front of him. The disappointment of his recent loss has drained all his energy and prevented him from noticing the other opportunities available.
Juan ‘One’ Sepulveda values his relationship with God. In his work, he portrays the struggles we encounter with inspirational meanings.
Life is not a straight and easy road along which we travel free and unhampered, but a maze of passages through which we must seek our way, lost, confused, and now and again blindly.
Namaste I honor the place in you in which the entire universe dwells. I honor the place in you which is of Love, and of Truth, of Light and of Peace. When you are in that place in you and I am in that place in me. We are One.
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Rain obscured the dark Georgia back road. Rita squinted as she drove the unfamiliar stolen truck. She had no choice but to meet this challenge head-on.
A man in a white coat, a hitchhiker, jumped in front of the truck. She slid while braking on the rainy road. Pulling the door handle and hitting the window, he shouted, “I need help. My car broke down”.
“Are you a doctor from the asylum?” escaped psychotic Rita asked.
“Right, the hospital. The escaped murderous scoundrel lied while chuckling inside.”
Two strangers, one rainy night, might be in for a gripping ride.
Inside the Mind of Isadora 