Echoes of My Neighbourhood: Selfies As Life Passes.


Thanks to Jacqueline of A Cooking Pot and Twisted Tales for hosting Echoes of My Neighbourhood.

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 Someday, I will take pictures of my neighbourhood as I walk. It is not the prettiest right now. It has been a light winter in Alberta. There has been little snow and cold days. In fact, a day or two ago it was twelve degrees Celsius, that’s nearly shorts weather up in Canada lol. But, on my walks I keep forgetting to take pictures, even though there is no snow, and their is a bunch of litter about, as you see with spring temperatures.

For now, I’ll take you through “selfie” moments in life:

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My Sixth Birthday
 
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A Warm Summer Riding My Bike
 
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A Bit of a Jump to When I Was Thirteen.
 
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Teaching Vacation Bible School with my Friend, at Fifteen
 
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High School Graduation, shy of Eighteen.
 
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At the San Diego Zoo, soon after Graduation.
 
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At my Brother’s Graduation at about Twenty-One-Years-Old
 
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Out for Some Drinks, maybe. Twenty-Two-Years–Old.
 
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At Las Vegas – twenty-five-years-old
 
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Outdoor Photo in. the Rivervalley. at Twenty-Eight- Years -Old.

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Summer 2015, Thirty-Years-Old
 
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Recent Selfie, Thirty-One is four months away.
 
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Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: Merida’s Heiress


Genevieve lost her tour group. She was relieved to spy a man looking over the castle wall ahead of her. He looked at Genevieve, and a smile washed over his gorgeous face. 

He put his hand up to her cheek, “You have the softest skin I have ever felt,” he said with awe.” You must be a Lady to have the privilege of beauty,” the man remarked.

“I’m no Lady, only a woman on vacation,” Genevieve said.”Do you live around here?” 

“I live here until Merida’s heiress arrives. I’m Keith.” The man said.

” Merida’s heiress doesn’t seem to be coming.” Genevieve said smiling, “Why Merida’s heiress, why not Merida?” Genevieve asked.

Keith remarked:”You’re the only woman to have seen me standing here in hundreds of years, you must be Merida’s heiress. Merida and I were running from the English. We were supposed to escape through the tunnels. But Merida was kidnapped and married to an English Lord.” Keith said sadly.

“Merida was a gifted witch and cast a spell. She promised me her first female offspring of twenty-five-years, after the millennium, because she couldn’t be with me.” Keith told Genevieve. She backed away from Keith and he grasped Genevieve’s hand. 

In an instant, Genevieve found herself in another world. She was standing next to Keith at the head of a two long tables in a brightly decorated castle hall. Her dress was flowing white silk.

Keith smiled at Genevieve kissing her softly.”Genevieve, I’ve been awaiting Merida’s promise of you for ages. Together, we will build our lives, as Merida and I never had the chance to do.” Genevieve fainted.

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The Storyteller’s Abode (Louise).
 
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Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting FFftAW.

Sorry, it’s long but sometimes you can’t cut as much as you’d like.

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