Annie Q Syed

This is the 8th and final in the series of Fluck Tuesdays.

Inspired by Oliver Fluck’s “Beach At Night”

Photo courtesy of Oliver Fluck and sincere gratitude for the collaboration which has resulted in eight very unique snap shot fiction pieces. Grateful for the synchronicity which brought us together so these stories could be told with the help of a lens. No further comments on the finale of the series.

Dedicated to Isaac.

“Night returns with armful of stars…Already a thin light is aiming through the night for any heart. ” ~ Kobus Moolman

There is a man from South Africa that roams the shorelines around the globe. No one really knows where to find him but those that do have often run into him when he is concealed in the deepness of a dark night strolling around an empty ocean.

He is known as “Son of Abraham and is accredited with having caused a lot of misery in people’s lives. When anyone meets him they are at a loss of words to explain their history which lead them to search for him. They are disappointed to learn that, it is indeed true, he has nothing much to say but “You are here for the love of your life.” It matters not where you run into him that is all he says.  It is of no consequence how you phrase the question, that is all he offers. You are here for the love of your life.

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This is the 7th in the series of Fluck Tuesdays.

Inspired by Oliver Fluck’s “(x, y, z ?)”

Photo courtesy of Oliver Fluck.

“Life is a festival, for all who know about it” – Ethan Holub

“Why do you call him XYZ?”

“His initials.”

She anticipated Franz to continue.

“Xavier Zurbruck.”

“What is the Y stand for?”

“I dun-no.  I just added that. Made sense. To apply the finishing touches to the X. Z. initials.”

“Really?”

Actually, I am not sure if any part of his name is Xavier or Zurbruck.

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This is the 6th in the series of Fluck Tuesdays.

Inspired by Oliver Fluck’s “Pleasure Zone.”

Photo courtesy of Oliver Fluck.

“What does moral mean?” Zolar asked enthusiastically.

“Your father is not doing moral things. Does that give you an idea?” Shaarleen huffed at her eleven-year-old son.

“So not having a steady girlfriend is not moral?”

“Don’t get smart with me, Zolar.” Shaarleen replied quickly.

“I wasn’t being smart, Mom. I don’t know what it means.” And he didn’t.

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This is the 5th in the series of Fluck Tuesdays.

Inspired by Oliver Fluck’s “Low Tide.”

I highly recommend clicking the above link and then clicking the image to see this photograph come to life. It was also my mother’s favorite of the series so far.

Photo courtesy of Oliver Fluck.

Sleeplessly
I watch over
the spring night—
but no amount of guarding
is enough to make it stay.
~  Izumi Shikibu

Sometimes he literally believed that he could exhale her into life. Right there. In front of him. And everything would carry on as they had always wanted.
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This is the 4th in the series of Fluck Tuesdays.

Inspired by Oliver Fluck’s “Making Music.”

Photo courtesy of Oliver Fluck.

“Why do I have to know about Baba in order to understand your music?”

“You don’t have to understand it. And it’s not–my music. It’s music. You don’t own music,” he replied.

He scanned Odia’s long unshaven legs, host to a suntan which highlighted her two bright Kokopelli tattoos, one on each ankle. He wanted to let her go, recycle her back to the Universe, out of his life. Yet she was balm for his reactions to the world, relief for windburned astringent feelings.

“Don’t look at my legs,” she said childishly, “I need to shave.” She grabbed the tattered white blanket over her legs and propped herself against the headboard of his bed.

“Babatunde Olatunji–Baba–was a virtuoso of West African percussion. His 1959 album ‘Drums of Passion’ was a worldwide sensation, a global hit. He received a Grammy Award in 1991 for his collaboration with Grateful Dead drummer Mickey Hart on their Planet Drum album. He is percussion.”
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