Friday Fictioneers: Lit Up (and some rambling)

(If you’re here for Friday Fictioneers, feel free to scroll past the below rambling, unless you’re interested in that sort of thing. The story and linkup is at the end, promise! I do welcome any advice regarding the below glasses related pondering.)

Slowly starting to feel better, debating with myself over ordering transitions lenses or generic photo-chromatic lenses for a second pair of glasses (not sure if paying that extra $50-$100 would be worth it) and hoping the last of this fever will be gone come morning.

It WOULD be nice if I could see family this weekend, but I’d rather not make anyone sick if I can avoid it.

Also, we’re down to under two weeks ’till CONvergence, and I still need to finish my costume, plus get my writing load whittled down again, and we’ll not think about the housework that still needs to be done. At least I feel prepared for the two panels I’ll be on.

So irritated with myself over once again not getting submissions in this month. Yes, I’ve been busy, but still. Sigh.

I need to get this time management thing under control. How do organized people do it? I just don’t know. Anyway, it’s still Friday for another couple of hours and change, so if I can get Friday Fictioneers done before midnight, I’ll actually be on time for that! (Nifty.)

As always, many thanks to Rochell Wisoff-Fields for hosting. Never really understood the connection between flowers and light fixtures, but hey, the idea has some neat fantasy connotations.

PHOTO PROMPT – © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Genre: Fantasy
Word Count: 100
Lit Up
            Her fingers caught on tangles in her wild curls. Moving between worlds was hell on the hair, especially when a girl’s faced with strange things daily.
            “So,” Di began, “Those flowers light up?”
            The young man at her side nodded.
            She bit her lip, examining the deep bronze blossoms hanging from ivory boughs. “How do we harvest them?”
            Her companion handed her his blade and pointed at the entwined branches cascading from the canopy. “Climb and chop.”
            She stared at him, then at the tree. “New kid in town gets the tough jobs, huh?”
            His broad grin said it all.

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4 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Lit Up (and some rambling)”

  1. Hi Rochelle,

    Thank you! I may use that line in another story one of these days. Rather fond of it myself. 🙂

    LOL And yes, it won't be an easy job.

    Take care,
    Emilie

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