Friday Fictioneers

This time Friday has come and long gone and I can’t believe that I am joining the weekly FF melee almost at the fag end-phew!Well, real life sometimes takes over and one has to patiently wait for a break. I would like to thank all those who came over to read and comment on my post.Will come by later today, to thank you all personally. As we  are all observing FF is becoming more and more popular and to read over 100 entries every week is getting tougher.So,I am going  to chose what many others are already doing.I will come by to read and comment on those  who have been  regularly reading  mine  and those who never fail to return the favour. Needless to say,I will definitely pay a return visit to those who come by  to read  and comment on mine for the first time-that’s what a community is for 🙂

Okay,now that is out of the way,let me get back to the nitty- gritty of FF.Every Friday(okay,okay Wednesday) our wonderful hostess Rochelle Wisoff-Fields cooks up a storm by providing a photo prompt ,based on which writers from all over the globe  rush to spin a 100 word(give or take a few more -or less) story.This week the photo is provided by none other than the very talented Douglas M Macllroy-thank you Doug :-)If you are interested in participating a or reading what others have written, do click on the url and I promise you will be hooked.

My 101 word story(including the title) follows the photo prompt below.


Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy




“Is the sea monster going to gobble us all?” asked little Gina.

Tim retorted, “No silly, we are safe under the rafters.” 

“Anyway mermaids are stronger than sea monsters!” Quipped Alice sagely.

The monster was circling around, when suddenly…

“Argh! What are you kids doing under my new cushions?”

‘Oh, no! It’s Mom!” The children groaned.

“Dave, is this how you keep an eye on them?”

Her husband took off the diving helmet and grinned sheepishly.

 “Molly, I thought the kids would enjoy an undersea adventure.”

Rolling her eyes, Molly remarked, “Thank God, you decided to keep the sea away!”






The Warrior within


Trifecta: Week Fifty-Eight

This week we want you to write on the third definition of:


1: to remain alive after the death of <he is survived by his wife>
2: to continue to exist or live after <survived the earthquake>
3: to continue to function or prosper despite : withstand <they survived many hardships>

Please remember:
  • Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.
  • You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.
  • The word itself needs to be included in your response.
  • You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above. 
  • Only one entry per writer.
  • Trifecta is open to everyone!!  Please join us.



The Warrior within


The sore patch on her tongue

Refused to disappear

The deep Y of a gorge

Seemed beyond repair!


The smell of impending dread

Started doing the rounds

She clutched at straws

Biopsy not needed, she pled!


Waiting for the report

Nightmare of a week

Such as to make the

Most brave heart  meek


Positive! No it cannot be!

Oh, am going to die,

Of what use

Is anything to me?


Doctors ordered surgery

Her tongue was not to be

The one that taught a thousand minds

How can that now silent be?


Smiled she a sweet smile-

Destiny has better plans said she

Do what you have to do

And let what is to be, be!


Two days of tests & meds,

Sitting, lying, waiting in beds

Followed by Hours 6

Spent in Surgery!


A severed tongue in a Petri dish

Nodes infected plucked like fish

A skin flap removed from the chest

To resurrect a new tongue, they said!



Home she came,after 20 days

Weak in flesh, but spirit unbroken

Armed with new found vigour

Started her battle, trying to recover!


Six months down the road

She was progressing well

Had learnt how to feed  through the nose

And  to communicate, using a silver bell.


Eight months passed

Giving the Surgeon

a pleasant shock,

She learnt to speak again.


11 months went by

She looked happy and spry

We never for  a moment thought

That all this was a lie!


Her humming made our focus shift

Her unstinted love was  so dazzling a gift

Our blinded eyes failed to note

That life had already set her adrift!


Last annual check up

A node had reappeared

But the heart was the one

Which had the Dr disturbed


Fever held her captive in bed

Her Golden Anniversary she did celebrate

The next week, a year to date,

Her beating heart refused to inflate

Leaving us with tears to shed!



Mom, to emulate your spirit I strive

And though your body gave in to the fight

For eternity in many hearts

You will continue to survive.


This week’s word prompt “survive”  brought back memories of my Mom & writing this piece was so fraught with emotions that I almost deleted it.This is the first time ,since her demise two years back,that I have let myself look back & talk about the whole experience , as I saw it then.I am not sure if I used the word as per the definition required, for my mother did not survive the dreaded disease,but to me & all those who loved her,she did survive & she  lives on in our hearts.