Tag Archives: Karen Nelson

Flash Fiction – “Moving On”

Photo by Ted Strutz

  She faced the long line of empty booths, hoping he would spring up from one of them, but knowing he would not.  He had stayed on the shores behind her, buried with his fists and the peat and the emerald rain of the country he loved.

Gazing through the ferry windows at her new home, she wondered if she would make friends, or even meet a special man to bring into her life.  She wondered if she would tell him how her first love died.

Today’s flash fiction is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, with photo prompt by Ted Strutz.  This picture reminded me of the journey via ferry between Holyhead and Ireland.  Although my voyage was a happy one, complete with impromptu Irish band, once night fell it was easy to get the lonesome feel of an empty ship.

The Friday Fictioneers strive to produce a 100-word story each week, and you can read more of them right HERE.

 

History of Knitting

I’ve been teaching quite a few classes lately on knitting and crochet techniques, and thought I’d share my slide presentation for those interested in a brief overview…

Please contact me to schedule a class for your group, and don’t forget to leave a comment or link to your knitting work!

Flash Fiction – “Waiting”

(Photo by Kent Bonham)

  The beggar crouched in his doorway,  unmistakable once you knew it was there.  He watched the crowds swell and dwindle with each market day, jingling his cup if any passersby looked his way.  The children raced bicycles up the stone ramps where proud men once guided carts full of herbs, spices, dried figs, zaatar bread – all the smells he remembered from long ago.

  He was old.  Older than anyone imagined.

  The hawkers cried out, “Fresh pomegranates!  Strawberry marzipan! Finest rugs and throws!”, but always the beggar lifted one ear for the call that would surely come one day.

“New lamps for old!”

Today’s flash fiction is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, with photo prompt by Kent Bonham.  Kent’s beautiful photo from Jerusalem turned me into a slightly more Arabic bent, and I was reminded of the tales of Aladdin.  What might happen to an old trickster, waiting to regain his power?  The Friday Fictioneers strive to produce a 100-word story each week, and you can read more of them right HERE.