Don't get your diapers in a bunch. I'm thinking....

Don’t get your diapers in a bunch. I’m thinking….

I’m back with another submission for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers.

Okay. It’s not Friday. I’m already breaking the rules.

Didn’t take me long, huh?

Well, Rochelle posts the photo each Wednesday. How can a non-procrastinator like me wait until Friday to post my 100-word flashy fiction?

It’s unthinkable.

Say it's not so. Take it back. Lorna was never a procrastinator. Why would she begin now? If it's true, we'll have to rethink the entire justice system and why men wear ties.

Say it’s not so. Take it back. Lorna was never a procrastinator. Why would she begin now? If it’s true, we’ll have to rethink the entire justice system and why men wear ties when it’s obviously so blippity hot. 

This week’s photograph is courtesy of Dee Lovering.

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For those of you who aren’t world travelers (like me) and had to look it up, this awesome photo was taken in Barcelona. Spain…not England or the Philippines. Have some class, People.

 

The genre of our flash fiction apparently should be historical fiction, which should be easy for me. I wrote a historical fiction novel which was over 130,000 words.

Come to think of it, this may not be so easy…

An Honor to Serve

“Ready yourselves, my girls. ‘Tis the Feast of Sant Joan. We have much to do.”

“Tell us again, Mother, what makes this day so special?”

Isabella lifted the tent flap, stopped and turned.

“’Tis the blessed Summer Solstice, the day when Father Sun is his strongest.”

“What does that have to do with us, Mother?” The youngest of the three asked.

Looking up, Isabella said, “You were chosen to honor Father Sun so he brings our village wealth and fertility.”

Near the water, the Council of Elders prepared sacred herbs and a wooden altar supported by kindling.

(98 words)

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NOTE TO READERS: The ancient Feast of Sant Joan is still celebrated in Barcelona. The festival celebrates the start of the summer and is held on the longest day of the year (the Summer Solstice). As legend has it, the sun is a symbol of fertility and wealth and so it must be given strength. Sant Joan is honored with three symbols: fire, water and herbs. Fire symbolizes purity, so bonfires and fireworks light up the city all night. Water symbolises healing. Many people bathe in the sea during this day of celebration. Herbs symbolise remedy or cures and some claim that for the night of Sant Joan their healing qualities are enhanced one hundred times over. (SOURCE: Barcelona Tourist Guide)

I made up the stuff about human sacrifice. Golly these challenges bring out my dark side, which is rare, because I’m totally a natural blonde.

You didn't know I could be so, well, dramatic.

I bet you didn’t know I could be so, well, dramatic and brunette.

Until next week…

I just got me one of these. Maybe this will help get my imagination jump-started. It should get something jump-started...

I just got me one of these. Maybe this will help get my imagination jump-started. It should get something jump-started…