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A Special Recipe [flash 99]

Apricot jam

He smiled at the cheery table his wife had set. She seemed so much better since her rest at the hospital last month. He wished she wasn’t so troubled over the past, and that vile gossip in town that refused to die down, but regardless he felt determined to be a loving partner. He’d made sure she’d be provided for if anything happened to him; he was much older, after all.

“Try my sweet apricot jam,” she urged. “It’s a special recipe from a new friend.”

He spread it thickly on his bread. “Thank you, Lizzie. It smells wonderful.”

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Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge

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© 2019 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted. Please check out Paula’s books for sale on Amazon.

Mellow Yellow

Sunshine Blogger Award

Big thanks to Mathew at Blog of the Wolf Boy who thought of me for this sunshiney nom. Yay! 🌼🍋🍯

Mathew is reusing the 11 starter questions that he received and I don’t blame him. They’re fun! I’m not going to tag anyone, but why not have a go and see what you can do with them too? Feel free to copy the sunshine logo if you do play along. 😀

1. I love it when someone buys one of my books!

2. If I could, I’d write all day and save all the kitties too. 🐱🐱🐱

3. Not too many people know that I write sexy romances as Anna Fondant. ❤️🌹

4. What really gets to my nerves are people who want me to “donate” to read their blogs. Why not pay me? No? Okay then!

5. I can’t comprehend why people still support that lying sack of sh!t. (Left that open for you.)

6. My fantasy job would be writing and saving kitties! 🐱🐱🐱

7. If I were a color, I’d be turple. 🦋💜

8. Sometimes when I’m by myself I wish I never had to talk to anyone again.

9. This may sound crazy but… I think we were all better off before the internet.

10. The funniest thing about me is how funny I am. 🤣😂😎

11. It doesn’t really matter if I have a million followers or 10 when none of them is that one guy who offers me a movie deal.

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© 2019 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted. Please check out Paula’s books for sale on Amazon.

Karma [flash 170]

Bar

“What’ll you have, buddy?” The bartender continued wiping the spacious counter as his lone customer remained silent.

This one was a middle-aged man, dark hair going silver. Bit of a pot belly. You could tell he’d been a charmer in his youth.

The bartender stopped in front of him. “Permit me to make a suggestion?”

The customer nodded, his shoulders slumping. It was clear he’d had authority once and lost it. Now, he couldn’t even make a simple decision, but the flash of fire in his eyes indicated that he remembered what it had been like.

Karma with a twist,” the bartender said.

The customer shrugged and nodded.

A cackle erupted from the bartender’s throat. “She’s no lady!”

But once a choice had been spoken, it could not be unsaid, and the demon Karma materialized to take him away for a thousand years.

“Wait!” the bartender screamed. “Not me! Him!”

After they’d disappeared, the customer went behind the bar and found a cold brew. This would do nicely indeed.

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© 2019 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted. Please check out Paula’s books for sale on Amazon.

Wrapped in a Riddle

Mystery Blogger Award

I would like to thank my fellow tea-lover Dr Tanya of Salted Caramel for this award. Tanya has an interesting and informative blog, and I’m very happy she thought of me. 😻

Now, what’s the Mystery Blogger Award?

“It’s an award for amazing bloggers with ingenious posts. Their blog not only captivates; it inspires and motivates. They are one of the best out there, and they deserve every recognition they get. This award is also for bloggers who find fun and inspiration in blogging, and they do it with so much love and passion.” ~ Okoto Enigma

Wow! Thank you again, Tanya! 🌺

Now I am to answer Tanya’s 5 questions and then tell 3 things about myself. At that point, I will end this award ceremony without doing my own tags or questions, as is my preference. 🦋

Five Questions For The Nominees Of This Award

1. How old is your blog now?

– My first post on Light Motifs II was March 25, 2011, so almost 8.5 years at the time of this posting. 🥳

2. What do you enjoy most about blogging?

– Currently, I appreciate the opportunity to have an audience for my fiction and poetry.

3. How important do you think Social Media is for the success of a blog?

– I consider the WP blogging community to be social media. My entries autopost to Twitter, but that doesn’t help much. When I had a Facebook account, I autoposted there too and did receive a bit more traffic and comments, but it wasn’t that significant. Most FB’ers posted their comments on the FB side. Annoying! 😡

4. How would you define a sucessful blog? In other words, what do think a successful blog looks like?

– A site that updates frequently with engaging content. Since it’s a blog, I usually expect some mutual following/commenting unless the writing is so utterly fabulous that I don’t care. Almost always, this is not the case. Except for you, of course! 🤣

5. Funny/Weird Question: if you were a superhero, what superpower would you like to have and what would you do with it?

– I would choose invisibility, and I’d use it for evil. 😈

Here are 3 things about me:

1. I use butterfly imagery a lot in my writing, but in reality the butterfly life cycle isn’t very poetic or romantic.

2. My fiction is really fiction; it just seems real sometimes because I’m a good writer.

3. The female characters in my stories are not me, though perhaps some of them do things I wish I could have done. ❤️

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© 2019 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted. Please check out Paula’s books for sale on Amazon.

Revelation [flash 271]

Flying car

“Everyone is staring at us, Mom,” Julie complained. “I wish we could have found an inconspicuous way to travel to the Emperor’s birthday party.”

Her mother’s face settled into obstinate lines as she gazed at the road flying by. “You’re the one who didn’t wake up in time for the skytrain. Besides, this is the safest way to travel. Why do you care what a bunch of streeters think?”

Julie shrugged. “You never know who will remember later.”

“Later?” Her mother laughed. “You’ll be protected. You have nothing to worry about.”

“You can’t promise that,” Julie muttered, as she pulled her silky knit scarf around her face, hoping to hide her identity.

“Honey,” her mother sighed. “Who do you think has protected us all this time? Given us a beautiful skyhome? Sent you to the academy?”

“My father obviously!” Julie rolled her eyes. “I wish he’d return from his mission to X9 so I could meet him finally.”

“I lied to you,” her mother admitted. “Your father isn’t on a mission and you have met him. Many times. You’ll be seeing him today.”

Julie stared at her. “The Emperor?!”

“He is your father.”

Suddenly, the vehicle stopped moving and sank to the ground, as if deliberately sabotaged by the emperor’s maintenance men. The car was immediately surrounded by streeters out for revenge against a piece of luxury when they barely had enough to eat. Julie began screaming.

The doors burst open and Stan the retired Star Lieutenant motioned them out. “This way. Quickly. I have a safe ship waiting for you both.”

Could they trust him? Did they have any choice?

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Written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge 26

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© 2019 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted. Please check out Paula’s books for sale on Amazon.

Apple [flash 99]

Apple

Witch, they named her, shamed her, and banished her from the kingdom. It was the King’s plot, so he could wed another. From the forest people she learned of the wicked plague that would soon strike down all in the land, servant and noble child alike. The fairies saw the disgraced queen crying and gave her the magic antidote, hidden in an apple. She disguised herself as a beggar and traveled back to the castle, where she enticed her darling daughter to bite. The little healers took the girl away and kept her safe until the plague had passed.

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Written for the Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge

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© 2019 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted. Please check out Paula’s books for sale on Amazon.

No Vacancy [musical fiction]

No Vacancy

My daddy was no Elvis, but he sure liked singing along to the King’s music as he wandered from town to town, hitching rides on boxcars, destination Bangor, Maine. Sometimes he’d do a couple hours labor and make enough to buy a cheap motel room, no phone, no pool, no pets, but he had enough for a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of cheap whiskey.

That’s how he met my mom. She worked in the liquor store across the street from that motel in Bangor, and it was the end of her shift. They chatted for a while outside and ended up back in his room.

“You do this a lot?” he asked.

“Only a time or two,” she said.

They had their rendezvous, and he hopped a train the next day. Six weeks later, my mom discovered he had left her a present and tracked him down. She found him at the end of Lonely Street, called her daddy to meet her, and they knocked on his door.

“You’ll marry my daughter or else,” my grandpa said as he waved his gun at my daddy.

“Yes sir,” my daddy said. “Go find a minister and I’ll get dressed.”

But instead of getting dressed, my daddy jumped off the roof, which is why they call it the Heartbreak Hotel.

My mom went back home to her parents, and that’s where I was born, but she was never happy in Maine again. We began to wander like my daddy had, staying for a time in various small towns while Mom found a little work, and then moving on again.

We traveled around the midwest and back; by the time I was in high school we were living off aid because employers didn’t care for my mom’s perfume: eau de booze. That winter of my junior year we were staying at a crappy motel halfway between Erie and Pittsburgh, when one Tuesday I got home from school and couldn’t wake her up. She’d mixed a bottle of sleeping pills with her gin. She was my mother and I loved her, but she put me through hell. I grabbed my things and got out of there before the authorities could take me from the Bittersweet Motel.

Then I began my own journey and some of it’s a bit hazy in my mind right now. I know I headed west; the East Coast had nothing for me but heartache and pain. I can’t remember exactly how long it took me to end up on that desert highway, cool wind in my hair, but the important thing is that I got here. I knew when I saw her in the doorway as the mission bell rang that I had found my way home again.

There’s plenty of room at the Hotel California. They have a nice courtyard where we dance every night. There are mirrors on the ceiling and pink champagne on ice… honestly, it’s pretty fancy, and I’ve never received a bill. I’m not sure where my car is though, since I can’t find a door to the outside, but I’ll look again tomorrow. I’m tired now.

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This post was inspired by Jim @ Mindlovemisery along with the following songs:

“King of the Road” by Roger Miller

“Third Rate Romance” by Sammy Kershaw

“Heartbreak Hotel” by Elvis Presley

“Bittersweet Motel” by Phish

“Hotel California” by the Eagles

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© 2019 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted. Please check out Paula’s books for sale on Amazon.

Firewood [flash 124]

Firewood

Jake slid his phone back in his jacket, for no camera could capture this magnificence. The sunrise beamed through the tree branches and set the forest path aglow like a mystical morning fireplace. Everything bloomed in molten hues of red, orange, and gold. These woods were bewitching and the farther he wandered, the more certain he was he’d made the right decision. Only last week he’d sold everything, quit his desk job, and left his dull life for a nomadic existence, traveling nature’s paths, being at one with the rhythm of the tides, and sleeping under a blanket of stars every night.

Jake was so blissed out picking berries in the sun shower that never heard the mountain lion pad softly up behind him.

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Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge 25

© 2019 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted. Please check out Paula’s books for sale on Amazon.

Paper Route [fiction 270]

“Now Willy, listen sharp,” the old delivery man explained to his nephew. “The lord likes his newspaper placed just so, and you need to have a care–”

An unearthly shriek pierced the morning air.

“What was that?” Willy gasped. “Uncle, it sounds like when our old mare was giving birth and she done died!”

The old man shook his head so vigorously his cap fell off. “Pick that up for me, lad. I’m telling you, pay no mind to the things that go on behind the doors of your betters.”

As Willy handed his uncle the cap, the servants’ door opened. A housekeeper stepped out. “Pssst,” she whispered. “Can you help me?”

“What’s the problem, missus?” Uncle said. “We’ve got a lot of deliveries to make and best be on our way.”

“It’s Lord Bloggerton,” she said. “He’s found the thief who’s been stealing his manuscripts and has been torturing him down in the dungeon.”

“That explains the scream!” Willy said.

“It’s none of our concern,” Uncle stated. “Get back in the wagon. What the lord does in his own home is his own business and I’ll not be alerting the constable. We heard nothing!”

“No no,” the housekeeper said. “You misunderstand. “Lord Bloggerton tortured more information out of the thief. He had an accomplice. Lord B is offering a huge reward for his capture. I wouldn’t mind splitting that gold with someone, if you catch my meaning.”

“We don’t want involved,” Willy said. “Right, Uncle?”

“Shut up, lad.” The old man waved a hand at Willy and turned to the housekeeper. “Where can we find this scoundrel, my dear?”

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Written for The Haunted Wordsmith’s Genre Challenge: Historical Mystery

Image by Gerhard Gellinger from Pixabay

Thank You, Ashley ðŸ’–

I’m so excited! One of my favorite bloggers Ashley of Mental Health @ Home has written a lovely review of Fiona’s Fling. Please go check out what she says! She also includes some interesting info about the romance novel genre itself.

Thanks so much, Ashley. 🙂