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The Love of Your Life

annie — Tue, 15 Jun 2010 06:24:14 +0000

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 ...

Stories

annie — Tue, 08 Jun 2010 05:29:13 +0000

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.

“I like Mr. X. Y. Z. It makes for a good story. And unique initials.”

Yes, ...

Pleasure Zone

annie — Tue, 01 Jun 2010 10:09:42 +0000

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.

Zolar turned his head to look outside the passenger side window.

After a few minutes had passed, he asserted, “I can see why they call this the land of awes.” ...

Visceral Waves

annie — Tue, 25 May 2010 03:16:18 +0000

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. Never understood why you always bring me ...

Love: Making Music

annie — Wed, 19 May 2010 06:27:13 +0000

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 ...

Things Left Unsaid

annie — Wed, 12 May 2010 05:54:04 +0000

This is the 3rd in the series of Fluck Tuesdays.

Inspired by Oliver Fluck’s Frontside Kickflip.

Photo courtesy of Oliver Fluck.

What do I tell my forty-two year old son on the dissolution of his marriage of seven years?

I have always been a father of a few words: steady on that bike; careful with the car; don’t be at the wrong place at the wrong time; you smoke-since when?; girls are like that; St. Mark’s was the best pizza joint then and now; your mother couldn’t get it; not sure if that major will get you a real job; you can leave Philly but you will come back…

Maybe I ...

Prisoners of Life

annie — Wed, 05 May 2010 05:54:56 +0000

This is the 2nd in the series of Fluck Tuesdays.

Inspired by Oliver Fluck’s Prison Chess Portrait.

When I wrote this, I had not read or seen Oliver Fluck’s other photos on this subject. Worth checking out.

I am twenty-three years old and I am in prison. For life. Three strikes and you are out. Or should I say three strikes and you are “in”? I know. Not funny. I like to crack jokes even when I know they are probably not funny. In my experience there is bound to be that one person that finds humor in something not funny. I like one-in-a-given-number statistics. Isn’t that what life is? Chances. ...

A Reflection from the Shore

annie — Wed, 28 Apr 2010 04:24:32 +0000

This is the 1st in the series of Fluck Tuesdays.

Inspired by Oliver Fluck’s photo: Salton Sea Arm Chair.

A Reflection from the Shore

Oceans are not as blue as they appear in pictures, Emilie Goldstein thought to herself, as she looked at the loud waves reflect the ashy overcast sky.

At the bony age of sixty-five Emilie Goldstein considered herself, and made an effort to be perceived as, an “attractive woman for her age.” She justified her demeanor which barely bypassed the edge of narcissism due to all that she felt proud to have endured physically and accomplished professionally. Wearing Chanel’s bright fire-engine-red lipstick shade, which appeared abnormally bright against her pale ...