WALK IN

How can she talk like that to me? Who does she think she is?

What are you ranting about?

You know that problem I spoke to you about? It is a continuation of it. I am sick of trying to explain. Going to cut her out.

You know the problems she is going through. Give her some space.

Does it give her the right to target me? I am not her punching bag!

Sure. Why don’t you just bear with her?

You are siding with her against me!

I’m just saying put yourself in her shoes and have some consideration!

*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt, every week. Thanks for this week’s PHOTO PROMPT submitted by Courtney Wright. © Photographer prefers to remain anonymous.
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REVISITING MEMORIES

This stream that provided water for the house was our summer haunt.

Our every waking moment would be spent in the water. Our parents were relieved that we were out of their hair the whole day.

The only time they would get to see us was during meals. They knew we were safe here, without disturbing or being disturbed!

We would hurtle down the stone steps, in a hurry to get to the water. A great place to have fun while being cooled!

All gone now, with the grandparents, buried in dirt & decay. Its a good thing we are selling!

*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt, every week. Thanks for this week’s photo prompt © Karen Rawson

BASKET CASE

*I want to apologize to all my FF friends for not posting or commenting or acknowledging inputs and posts. I have some great news to share which will help you all to forgive me, I hope! Please do scroll down the end of the post to see!

Where are you taking me?

You asked me how to win your wife!

Is that a disc golf basket I see there?

This is the secret of my marriage.

How can…?

I loved to play golf, but my little woman couldn’t stomach it.

Don’t I know it. Women!

She did like sport but not golf. So I introduced her to this one!

So…

After that, she never had any problem with golf. In fact, she introduced her friends to it. So we used to have men golf parties, women golf parties, combined ones…!

I got it! Have to run. Eureka!

*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt, every week. Thanks for this week’s photo prompt © Douglas M. MacIlroy
*My daughter Andrea Marilyn got engaged to Paul Yonggicho and the formal function was held in New Delhi on 14th April. It was love and arranged, with wedding schedule for Aug 14th. I am so thrilled! Also my youngest son was writing his government exams for class XI and so it was quite hectic. Thousand apologies!
If any of you would like to see the happy couple, please access my posts in fb & instagram (SABINA TAGORE IMMANUEL). Thanks!

30743052_10156385780394529_6620287780037591040_o.jpg ANDREA & PAUL Sharing my joy with you all!

PEEPING TOM

Every day that she went past that creepy old building, she felt violated.

Someone is watching me, she told her folks at home.

Its just your imagination, they replied.

Sometimes she felt they didn’t care enough.

It was not so. They were just busy managing their lives.

One day she saw a face at the window, hidden behind the plants watching her go by.

It was a presence that seemed to know her timings.

She asked them to please investigate that old house.

They laughed and said it had been unoccupied for ages.

She wished they had taken her seriously.

*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt, every week. Thanks for this week’s photo prompt © Yarnspinnerr

 

AT TABLE SAT DOWN

(This is Good Friday. This photo reminds me of my favorite hymn. Posting it as my take on this photo prompt)

O, welcome, all ye noble saints of old
As now before your very eyes unfold
The wonders all so long ago foretold.
God and man at table are sat down.

Elders, martyrs, all are falling down;
Prophets, patriarchs are gath’ring round.
What angels longed to see now man has found:

God and man at table are sat down.

Who is this who spreads the vic’try feast?
Who is this who makes our warring cease?
Jesus, Risen Savior, Prince of Peace.
God and man at table are sat down.

*The full hymn by Travis Cottrell
O, welcome, all ye noble saints of old
As now before your very eyes unfold
The wonders all so long ago foretold.
God and man at table are sat down.
Elders, martyrs, all are falling down;
Prophets, patriarchs are gath’ring round.
What angels longed to see now man has found:
God and man at table are sat down.
Who is this who spreads the vic’try feast?
Who is this who makes our warring cease?
Jesus, Risen Savior, Prince of Peace.
God and man at table are sat down.
Beggars, lame, and harlots also here;
Repentant publicans are drawing near.
Wayward sons come home without a fear.
God and man at table are sat down.
Worship in the presence of the Lord
With joyful songs and hearts in one accord.
And let our Host at table be adored.
God and man at table are sat down.
When at last this earth shall pass away,
When Jesus and his Bride are one to stay,
The feast of love is just begun that day,
God and man at table are sat down
*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt, every week. Thanks for this week’s photo prompt © Fatima Fair Deria

THUS FAR AND NO FURTHER

Come on, can’t you see the road marked out by tyre tracks!

The sign back there doesn’t inspire me!

Maybe it was put there way back when the road was narrow!

I still say it is ominous!

Oh, don’t be a baby. Remember, we are adults and can manage!

Who is there on the other hill waving the hand?

There is no one there. Are you crazy!

No, I did see someone.

Here we are. Now what do you think of the view!

Lets go back, I have a bad feeling!

What is that coming towards us? Run, baby, run!

*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt, every week. Thanks for this week’s photo prompt © Björn Rudberg

STILL LIFE

Mom, Mom, Mom!

Daniel, when did you come?

Just now, through the door!

How did I miss you? I was watching for you!

My bed and my room! Finally! Nothing like home!

Oh, here is Dad now!

Our boy is home!

Guys, what is this box here?

Open it and see!

A camera, the latest! How did you…

We saved up for it. Mom took in some sewing. I took in some work!

You have so many needs!

Son, you sacrificed your dream to work and support us. We can do the same!

Now you can pursue it, atleast part-time!

*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt, every week. Thanks for this week’s photo prompt ©Ted Strutz