For Random Learning Comes: Essays Fiction and Poetry by Andrea LeDew
For Random Learning Comes
For Random Learning Comes: Essays Fiction and Poetry by Andrea LeDew
This is fiction that is more than a year old
{This week for What Pegman Saw we are in the Black Hills, South Dakota, USA. Many moons ago I visited there, when I lived in Minnesota. But this story is mostly about the rich heritage of Indigenous culture in the Midwest, and how little we tend to respect what has gone before the current dominant …
{This is a response to a prompt from Friday Fictioneers, limited to 100 words. Thanks for the prompt and thank you for stopping by to read!} “Who’s ‘at?” Amos squinted, silver brows furrowed against the lake’s sparkle. The seaplane’s skis alighted. As flawless and practiced as a sparrow. “Idiot Boxer. Him again. …
Downtown street scene with two-story-tall white sculpture of a woman’s head and neck, with her armless hands covering her eyes. PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot {This photo prompt from Friday Fictioneers reminded me of the three monkeys of yore, covering their eyes, ears and mouth, respectively, and how, at least in the olden days, some …
{This is a street scene from the beachiest place I know, Key West. It’s a response–a late one–to Friday Fictioneers, a 100-word prompt with the photo above. I hope you will indulge me, in my gratuitous train metaphor. Henry Flagler built train tracks, from Jacksonville south, down along the East coast of Florida. All the …
Young blindfolded girl, playing pin the tail on the donkey, against an outdoor concrete wall. PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll {This is in response to a photo prompt by Friday Fictioneers. The assignment is to write 100 words. This picture made me think of birthday parties, and the girl, all alone, made me …
{This is a response to the Friday Fictioneers 100 word challenge. Thank you for the prompt and thank you for reading, swimmers and non-swimmers alike!} Webs of light bounced over the tile walls. Erratically, as if volleyed back and forth, on a chlorine breeze. Lila lay on her back, effortlessly hoisted up, on strong, liquid …
{This story is in response to a photo prompt from Friday Fictioneers. We are to write a 100-word piece, based on the photo. This time, it looked like somewhere out West to me, hence, the voice. And even though there’s snow on the ground, the building, roofless and abandoned, must’ve had something happen to it. …
This story is in response to What Pegman Saw, a fiction prompt series, that promises a weekly whirlwind tour of the world. Each story of 150 words uses a location on Google Maps, as inspiration. This time, we are in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, (or “PA” as we used to say) in the US. This area …
{This is a response to What Pegman Saw, a globe-hopping 150-word prompt based on Google Maps. Each week we go to a new location, which this week is the city of Lod in Israel. If you go to the link above, you can see the city today in 360 view. I’d like to say …
{This is a response to Friday Fictioneers, a 100-word photo prompt each week. This beach reminded me of a couple we knew, who took a vacation to Cancun, just as Hurricane Gilbert decided to pound across the Caribbean, and hit the Yucatan Peninsula, as a Category Five Hurricane. Chichen Itza is one of the …
This is a response to the prompt from What Pegman Saw, which uses Google Maps to provide inspiration for 150-word pieces. This is mine, and the prompt was Cusco, Peru. I remembered an acquaintance in college went on a mission trip to Cusco, and I seem to remember her reaction to the poverty she …
{This is a response to Friday Fictioneers, but also a response to the events of the week. “Tristesse” (Etude, Op.10, No. 3) is a beautiful piece, written for piano by the Polish composer who spent much of his short life in France, Frédéric Chopin. The meaning of the word in French is “sadness.” A …
{This is a response to a prompt from Friday Fictioneers. It is a 100-word challenge, to write something inspired by the picture. This picture looked to me like a monastery. And having watched every episode I could get, of Cadfael , the gardening monk, not too long ago, I had to drag gardening into my …
{This is a response to a 100-word writing prompt from Friday Fictioneers. Such an ordinary sight, a tree, at night: until you see the fire. Hope you enjoy, and thank you for the prompt and for reading!} My love for wood-burning started early. Pulling a hot poker from the campfire, Dad dared …
{This is a response to What Pegman Saw, a Google-Maps-inspired prompt. Today, the location is Alice Springs, Northern Territory, Australia. Not knowing much about this part of Australia, I have delved back into my own memories, to a trip my father took to Queensland, in order to study for his PhD. It was when …
{This is a response to a prompt from Friday Fictioneers. I could not help, but think of the Sir Walter Scott line, “What a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive.” (Marmion, A Tale of Flodden Field) From that thought came this little tale of a student gallery at a fine …
{This is a response to Friday Fictioneers, a 100-word photo prompt challenge. This story tries to capture the feel of a nighttime fair, and to explore what it might be like, to be the person people love to follow. Pegasus, besides being the winged horse of Greek mythology, is also a constellation in the …
{This is a response to Friday Fictioneers, a 100-word photo prompt. Pianos remind me of Mozart and the Mozartfest in Wuerzburg, Germany, which takes place every summer in a lovely garden, the Residenz Hofgarten. Constanze is Mozart’s wife’s name, which I anglicized. In the movie, “Amadeus” (one of my favorites,) she is a …
{This is a response to Friday Fictioneers, a 100-word-story photo prompt. Thanks for reading and thanks for the picture! To a person used, to seeing boxy warehouse churches, and straight, asphalt streets, it seems very European-ish!) Alfonzo conquered mazes of narrow alleyways, twisting and turning. In old-town Mäuschen, cars crawled. But on a nimble …
{This is a response to What Pegman Saw, a 150-word prompt based on Google Maps. This week we are in Wales. My story has less to do with Wales than with how a certain middle-aged man (and woman) might feel, in a place like this. It is a series of short vignettes that are not …
{This is a response to Friday Fictioneers. The photo, above, is from a desert region in Northeastern New Mexico, named Thoreau. I’m sure, I’m not the only one, who thought of the author of Walden Pond: the advocate of simplicity, of getting back to nature. Even our esteemed hostess, Rochelle, uses one of his …
{This is a response to a prompt from What Pegman Saw. Today the challenge brings us to Mount Everest, but my attentions were quickly diverted to another mountain range, in Peru, which contains the ruins of Machu Picchu. My mother actually did climb Machu Picchu at 70. Since this week is the one-year anniversary of …
{This is a response to Friday Fictioneers with a photo courtesy of our host, Rochelle. We are to write 100 words, inspired by the photo, a task easier said, than done. For those not familiar with US high school customs, a Sadie Hawkins dance is one where the girls ask the guys. Thanks, as …
