Portobello Memories – Friday Fictioneer

My good friend David Stewart

greenwalledtower.wordpress.com

invited me to write an essay on Friday Fictioneers, a weekly blog post with many participants. A photo is posted on rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com by Rochelle, its noble moderator, at 3:30am EST every Wednesday, and you pen an essay in 100 words or less of what it evokes in you. Not as easy as it sounds, but fun nonetheless.

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                Portabello Memories

        I still see him behind a wheel of a jeep, a Winston dangling from his mouth…sleeves of a button-down carelessly rolled tucked in slacks over raw muscle.

Heartbreaker, brawler…bearing shrapnel from a long ago war. Medals face down forgotten in a drawer mixed with snapshots holding me, a Positano girl.

 A weary beauty packing panini, prayer and long lusty legs draped around his neck…moist, determined.

They want you to fill up the holes, but you know better cause everything ends.

You were in it for the memories…how else could you stay sane living on the farm.

SB

 

 

 

 

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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62 Responses to Portobello Memories – Friday Fictioneer

  1. micklively says:

    My, that’s good Susannah.

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  2. Love it Susannah! I’m all about hot farmers.

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  3. There is a wonderful first piece, Susannah. Better than mine was. I like the sense of distance, the wistfulness and difference of the now and the then. I’m impressed you even got the blue frog on here. 🙂 That coding stuff isn’t always easy at first.

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  4. So spontaneous Susannah. I liked it. :o)

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    • What a headache…I know you have something new up…will check it out…been working.

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      • Ah I’m always up to no good. LOL. You did really well, I’d like to try that someday. I’ll be in and out today, got some work to do and Sears is delivering a new dishwasher to replace me—ours gave out, guess my wife thought she’d have to call Marge as I was getting dish-pan hands—and our dog wants her walk in the park… yeah I know poor me. Talk to you in a while Susannah. Hope you’ve got sunshine today!

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      • A new Photo goes up every Wednesday…would be worth doing it once to see how well you can get your two cents in with only 100 words. You write the way I do…the sky’s the limit word wise.

        I saw Carmela yesterday since you mentioned dog walking. Boy, does she hate that baby who gurgles with delight whenever she sees her. That child is a good sport, that’s all I can say.

        Dishwasher…how spoiled are you Mister.

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      • Yeah, if only I could have talked our youngest into doing the dishes I could have saved a mint. My powers of persuasion have left me, but I don’t know who it is that has them now(pretty sure it isn’t our Congress), or I’d go get them back. Maybe Carmela is feeling that she is going to be replaced. Perhaps a good bone, and a long walk will remind her how important she is. And as soon as my courage works it’s way up, I’ll will give the 100 words a try. In the meantime I’ will work on brevity, I mean look at this ridiculous novella of a response! Blah, Blah, Blah.

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      • They bought her a new bed that is quite lavish…a midget would be very happy to sleep on it since it’s like a very compact Castro Convertible. Personally, between us, I don’t think Carmela gives a shit…she’s just tapping her paw waiting for that smelly baby to pack her diaper bag and vamoose.

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      • Sounds like that house is not big enough for the two of them. On the other hand, the Castro Convertible might be. :o0

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      • It’s so over-the-top. She wants love, not furniture.

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      • In many ways dogs are so human. My wife complains all the time about our toy-poodle acts like she’s should be allowed to eat at the dinner table with us. Although she is quite insistent, I have to agree with my wife. I can’t imagine her in a high-chair with a bib on, paws at the ready holding her utensils. God love em, they want to be us probably because they adopt many of our own mannerisms.

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      • They have no idea they’re different. It’s sweet actually.

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      • :o) Yeah it is. Our girl is an old girl with some obvious aches and pains, but she can still romp with the best of them. But I see so much of us in her. We all start out so energetic, but eventually we slow down. But she is still a great companion, and is always happy to see the kids, as they are her.

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      • Canine loyalty…you can’t beat it.

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      • Nope…sure can’t. I love dogs.

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  5. EagleAye says:

    I love the images you painted. The writing is lovely. This is as much poem as prose. Well done!

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  6. hafong says:

    I love the opening lines and I would like to meet him – the heartbreaker! 🙂

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  7. It seems like lots of very interesting stuff happened on that farm. Be here next week.

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  8. Jan Brown says:

    Great story, packing so much character development and emotion into 100 words–very well done! (And reading your story caused me to look up “Positano.”)😀

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  9. Sandra says:

    Great descriptions. Welcome.

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  10. Dear Susannah,

    Welcome to Friday Fictioneers. Some vivid imagery. I felt like I was there.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  11. dmmacilroy says:

    Dear Susannah,

    She sounds a bit of a gymnast as well as someone in it for the memories. Your first foray into the fray was very well written. Welcome to the party, pal.

    Aloha,

    Doug

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  12. Your piece spoke to my cowboy roots and my cowboy lust. I’m smiling.

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  13. Welcome, Susannah. You’re off to a great start!

    janet

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  14. storydivamg says:

    I’m glad to see a friend of David’s joining in the FF fun. It’s a good way to flex your creative muscles while learning to keep your writing succinct. And the community aspect is great too. Welcome.

    Interesting first entry here. I had a little trouble getting to it as the link in the LinkUp took me to your blog instead of to this blog entry, but that’s an easy mistake to make at first. 😉 I like your colorful imagery.

    All my best,
    Marie Gail

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  15. Margaret says:

    I love your descriptions – very effective in building up his character, and the relationship between the two of them. Nicely done.

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  16. A great image of that heartbreaker.. and that last line to me alas tell me where his real love lies.. some men are firmly rooted and will never leave.

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  17. rgayer55 says:

    You write beautifully. Great character development. Welcome to the party.

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  18. skinnyuz2b says:

    Great job, Susannah. As short as this piece was, you created a total picture in my mind!

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