Mysterious Messages

Happy Friday, Readers! As promised, I am back (on time) with Friday Fictioneers! This week we have an interesting photo prompt, courtesy of Claire Sheldon. (Who saves staples like that?)

We are still following our interesting couple, Emmeline and Nick, who are now home from the hospital after Emmeline’s accident. Their trials are far from over…

Thank you to Rochelle for always providing our Friday prompts!


Copyright: Claire Sheldon

Mysterious Messages

“Bless my soul, Emmeline Price, what happened to you?” cried Mary Ann in her thick Boston accent. “Who’s your man?” She leaned over the desk. In a faux whisper, she said, “He’s a fine piece of real estate!”

Emmeline sighed covered her eyes with her hand while Nick hastily turned his laugh into a cough. “I was in an accident, and this is Nicholas Ramsey. Do I have any messages?”

“Hmm?” Mary Ann tore her gaze from Nick and popped her gum bubble. “Oh yeah, loads. All from a guy named Constantine. Weird name.”

The blood drained from Emmeline’s face.


A House, Not A Home

Happy Friday, my faithful readers! It’s time once again for Friday Fictioneers! Today’s photo is provided by our lovely host, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Enjoy my story, and check out other entries here.

Copyright: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Copyright: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
A House, Not A Home

The white plastic of the front porch swing sticks to my sweaty legs. Instead of the chirping sound of the cicadas in the locust trees, I hear the sound of the neighbor’s terrier barking and the rumble of passing cars on our street.

“Lily, you’ll love living in the suburb. Our new home is bigger. We even have a pool!” Daddy’s words echo in my head.

The air is different here. Thicker. I imagine myself suffocating slowly while the surrounding pastel houses box me in. Daddy says this is our new home. But he’s wrong. This will never be home.

Journey’s End

We’ve come at last to the end of my posts about England. It had to happen sometime. I’ve shared the tales of my big adventures in Bath, London and Northern England, and now we must say goodbye.

English clouds
Goodbye, beautiful English countryside. It was good seeing you.

My final day in Bath was spent packing, walking through the city one last time (finding the perfect souvenirs for my siblings) and saying my goodbyes. That night Jeneane and I went to dinner with Fabienne at the Saracen’s Head Pub (one of the oldest pubs in Bath), to say goodbye and thank you for letting us stay with her during our trip. (I miss her already!) The food was delicious – I think it was some of the best food I had during the whole trip. Plus we got a delicious dessert – a dark chocolate brownie drizzled in cherry sauce and served with either warm custard or vanilla ice cream (we got both).

dessert at saracen's pub
The photo is a bit dark, but you get the idea – it was one delicious brownie.

In the morning we left for London. We booked a hotel that was close to Heathrow Airport, since my flight left early. Jeneane’s flight left a little later in the day (she went on to Thailand instead of coming home) but we wanted to go to the airport together. We arrived in London mid afternoon, checked into our hotel, and stayed there. Quite simply, we were worn out, and it was nice to relax for a while.

So I made some Skype calls (as did Jeneane), wrote in my journal, listened to some music, did some reading. Later, Jeneane and I went down to check out the pool, and then we ordered pizza – which was an adventure in itself, let me tell you. Ordering over the phone had some difficulties – I think the guy had some trouble understanding my American accent. Despite that, we did manage to get our order in, and we enjoyed some delicious pizza before turning in for the night.

The morning found us rushing to the airport for our final goodbye. I swear, saying goodbye in the airport has to be one of the hardest things to do – it almost feels like you won’t see them again. But maybe that’s just me.

The plane ride home was so long. Ten hours to Houston, then a couple hours home to Columbus. I tried sleeping, but like on the ride over, I just couldn’t sleep on the plane. So I watched Iron Man 3 twice and I wrote a short story – but it still didn’t make time go by any faster! The closer I got to home, the more anxious I got to get off the plane and the more I wanted to see the faces of my parents. That and I was dying for a drink of real iced tea, which apparently didn’t exist in England (I know, I looked).

Tiffany on a plane
Here’s me, on my final plane home. Check out my fabulous hat from Bath!

When I finally arrived in the Columbus Airport, I hurried out of the terminal, scanning the room for my parents. Mom saw me first, and she immediately yelled across the room “Tiffany! What is on your head? You look like a goon!” Yep. Nice to see you too, Mom. I had to laugh, because that is exactly the sort of reaction I expected from her. I was wearing the hat (as the above photo shows) I bought in Bath. A very fine hat, if I do say so myself.

Coming home was wonderful, made even more so by the fact that Mom and Dad brought my boyfriend along to bring me home. Two weeks suddenly seemed like a very long time not to see someone.

I spent the ride home talking about my trip and hearing everything in a strange underwater sound since my ears hadn’t popped since getting off the plane. It was really weird. I had to distribute gifts and hugs as soon as I got back. It was so good to see my family again. I had the minor misfortune of bringing home a cold, which my boyfriend mysteriously caught later that week (no idea how that happened) but it cleared up eventually.

It was strange, being back home, almost like the past two weeks had been a dream. But they weren’t. They were one of the most amazing experiences of my life, and I am so glad to have been able to have that and share it with you. Thanks for reading. See ya on Friday!