The wild clanging of the heavy iron bell that normally summons the kids to dinner wakes me, a sound not indigenous to this late hour. Pulse pounding, bare feet slapping worn oak, I grapple with the shackles of a sinuous cotton gown in my mad scramble to the back door. I pull aside the curtain as lightning splits the sky, illuminating a monster that should not exist outside of nightmares. Hail begins to strafe the roof as I whirl to rouse my sleeping family, my frantic cries a whisper against the train-like roar outside. “Get to the cellar! Twister!”
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One hundred words in response to David Stewart‘s photo, selected this week by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, the leader of the pack at Friday Fictioneers. You can check out other submissions by clicking the little blue guy below.
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The Jewel of the Fair

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Photo copyright Janet M. Webb
“This line is endless. The kids are antsy. I can just take them down to the Sandwich Gardens. I’ll grade some papers while they eat, then we’ll meet you under the 7-Up clock in a few hours.”
“No, George, you didn’t come all the way to the World’s Fair to work. The line’s moving…we’re almost in. When else will we see Spain for twenty-five cents? We’ll eat paella inside…and Life mentioned some fruity wine punch. Look, kids! Flamenco dancers! George, what are they saying?”
“¡Felicidades! You are our three-millionth visitor! ¡Bienvenidos! Please, be our guest at the Jewel of the Fair!”
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Rochelle’s creative use of historical fiction for many of the Friday Fictioneers photo prompts has inspired me to explore that genre for my response to Janet‘s photo this week. It is widely accepted that sangria was introduced in the US at the 1964 World’s Fair in New York City. Lines to enter the Spanish Pavilion were often so extensive that ticket sales had to be suspended until the Pavilion had emptied–was it Goya or sangria the people were after? Pavilion organizers celebrated visits by countless dignitaries and celebrities, and also made quite a fuss over milestone visitors like George K. Bird, a Massachusetts teacher who’d come to the Fair with his wife and four children.
No man’s ice princess

I can no longer endure your winter.
My passion does not thaw your frosty countenance, nor melt your frigid demeanor.
Lest your chill numb my soul, I must flee to seek my spring.
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This week’s Trifextra challenge asked for a 33-word love gone wrong story, told without using any of the words you’d expect to find in a heartbreak tale: love, sad, tears, wept, heart, or pain. I found my inspiration for this little story on today’s afternoon run, when I spied some very cool frost crystals pushing their way through the clay at the side of the road–they looked to me like the bars of an icy prison.
Travel theme: Dry
Really, the most fitting photo I could have posted for Ailsa‘s dry challenge would have been a close-up of my winter-weary hands, but I decided that would just be too gross. Instead, I sifted through the archives, wading through thousands of drizzly, soggy, drippy, sodden, drenched, and saturated shots for these few arid offerings.
Visit Where’s my backpack? for more desiccated images.
Travel theme: Wood
Ailsa’s wood theme this week was a tough one for me…not because I never photograph wood, but because I do it so often. I had hundreds of pictures to sift through because I have a love affair with wood, from tree stumps to shipwrecks to antique furniture to hand-carved architectural details.
You can travel over to Ailsa’s blog Where’s My Backpack? to check out some other wood-themed photos.
Much to prove

The first time I saw a ewe give birth, I puked. A brand new lamb, bathed in my lunch.
The flu, I swear.
But the old farm hand asked with a sly grin, “Learn that in vet school?”
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A challenging prompt this week from Trifextra: Take the snippet The first time I saw… and add 33 more one-syllable words to create a 38-word story.
Travel theme: Illuminated
I have a lot to learn about nighttime photography, so I don’t have a lot of great photos for Ailsa’s challenge this week. I decided that illuminated didn’t necessarily have to mean nighttime, so I threw in one shot with the sun streaming through the window for good measure. 🙂
Check out others’ interpretations of Illuminated at Where’s my backpack?


