Preview of my e-book

I have uploaded my book on Amazone yesterday. Fingers crossed that I’ve clicked the right boxes.


The name of the book says : Flash Fiction.

The thirty four stories are all not more than 200 words and not less than 100 words.

The collection is like a  fruitcake or Christmas pudding.

When baking a cake you need ingredients to make it tasty.

My book has the following tasty bits in it:

Flash: stands for the liquid you need to stick it together.

Fiction: is the flour that forms the base ingredient.  

The rest is the fruity mixture of all the stories.

Each story tastes different.

Mixing all the ingredients gives me a yummy tasting piece of writing.

Some of the mixed piece are

Adventurous:  As in Shipwreck or  Diamond Jack who is an escaped convict

Fantasy : finding dragons and fairies

Mystery:  The writing on the wall and bit of suspense too

Drama : A cat that got scared or Lights over the vineyard where Sonny wakes up after a night of drinking.

A little bit of Romance too: Winking blinking lights and a happy couple

I hope to have something that tastes just right and delicious to you!



Beautiful Kowhai Tree: Springtime.

Kōwhai are small, woody legume trees in the genus Sophora native to New Zealand. There are eight species, Sophora microphylla andS. tetraptera being the most recognised as large trees. Their natural habitat is beside streams and on the edges of forest, in lowland or mountain open areas.[1] Kōwhai trees grow throughout the country and are a common feature in New Zealand gardens. Outside of New Zealand, kōwhai tend to be restricted to mild temperate maritime climates.

The word kōwhai is also used in the Māori language as a colour term, because of the yellow colour of the flowers.[2]

Despite having no official status as such,[3] the blooms of the kōwhai are widely regarded as being New Zealand’s national flower.[4]

My photos:




Long ago, in the back country of the Rotorua Lakes region, I heard a Maori explanation of the Kowhai’s singular habit of flowering on bare and leafless branches.

The Miraculous Flowering.

On the shore of one of these lakes, said the arboreal fairy tale, there sat one day in the misty long ago a young Maori man and girl. The man pressed his love on the beautiful Kotiro; he sought her for his wife, but the maid laughed—Maori maids are as “kittle cattle” as their Pakeha sisters—and said she’d see; she would wait; she would not accept his love until her suitor—who was an Ariki of high rank and a tohunga too—performed some great and unexampled deed before she would become his wife. She would wed none but a famous man, a man whose exploits no one could outdo.

The lover accepted the challenge. “You shall see what I can do,” he said, He turned to the tree under which they were sitting. It was a Kowhai. The time was about our Pakeha month of August. The tree was quite bare of both flower and leaf.

To Please a Maiden’s Eyes.

“I shall,” said the young tohunga, “cause this tree to spring into flower before your eyes.” With those words he put forth all his occult powers, the command of mind over matter, which had been taught him by the wise men in the sacred house of instruction. He recited in quick tense tones his magic prayers. And, all in a moment, a miracle! All at once the tree burst forth into a blaze of blossom. All its naked boughs were covered in a breath with golden hanging flowers.

The amazed girl saw, and was conquered. No man surely could rival that wonder-feat of her priestly lover.

And ever since that day, says the Maori, the Kowhai has flowered on leafless branches, a sign and a reminder of the ancient miracle.

(The Scarlet Cianthus, which is called by the Maoris the Kowhai-ngutu-kaka, or “Parrot’s beak,” because of the shape of its very rich flowers, does not carry any special association with native folk-talk. It is the yellow Kowhai that is heard in tradition and song. “Te ura o te Kowhai” (the glow of the Kowhai) is a common expression, and the Maori was as quick as any Pakeha artist or poet to appreciate the beauty of the drooping clusters of golden blossom reflected on the glossy waters of a lake or harbour, or in a gliding river. There is a mystical “Kowhai-turanga ora,” or “Tree of Life,” in the classic legendry of the Waikato people; it is used symbolically in song and speech to-day in allusion to powers and authorities—the British Crown was thus referred to in an address I remember—to which the Maoris look for help and life.)

FFfAW – Week of 09-22-2015 Challenge 32

Lonely artist

 Amy could not find her good friend. They had an appointment to meet at the swimming pool for a cup of tea. Amy was very worried about the way her friend, Sue, was reacting after her accident. Sue could, at times, not remember anything that had happened to her.

After waiting  fifteen minutes without Sue turning up Amy went off looking for her friend. She had a look at all their usual meeting places.

At last Amy went out in the garden. Reaching the rose garden, she could hear a soft humming. Opening up the foliage Amy saw Sue with her easel and paints happily painting and singing her favourite hymn. Between the soft singing she was also talking to herself.

“Sue, I was worried about you. What are you painting?”

“Here is my mother, between her roses,” replied Sue.

Amy only shook her head in disbelieve, there were only blotches of paint on the canvas. All Sue’s painting skills were also lost.

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One Four Challenge : September week 4

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The last of the Challenge.

Which one do you love most?

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Stairs in the Mango tree: Monday Finish the Story – Sept 21, 2015

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Finish the story begins with:  “She lived in a mango tree.”

Frank’s last words before he passed on. Little Sue kept on wondering where the mango tree could be? A mango tree big enough to house a whole home? Impossible but, maybe there could be a tree like that.

Little Sue started asking around. One day she, met an old tramp on the way home from work. He begged for something to eat. Sue invited him in and gave him bacon and eggs.

The tramp started by explaining that Frank and he had been best mates for years. Suddenly the mango tree and  lovely lady came to mind. Both men were  in love with her. She always disappeared after meeting one of them.

One day both men, decided to follow her. They did not know of each other’s movements until they both stood in front of a huge tree with stairs leading up the tree. They looked at each other. Both hurried up the stairs. Reaching the top there was nothing. Just branches and leaves. “How could the lovely lady just disappear in thin air?” the old tramp sobbed.

Mondays Finish the Story

Brute force : Picture it and write – 71.


Rover thought: “ Those humans think they know what brute force is! I’ll show them something today.”

Rover was a placid loving black dog. He loved to run around chasing birds and sometimes stray cats too. His master liked to take him out for long walks. Rover hated one thing. He hated it when his master grabbed a stick and shouted at him: Fetch Rover, fetch. Then the next command: Bring Rover Bring.

One day Rover’s master was lazy. He stayed on the veranda and threw the stick.

Rover thought : Grrr I hate this.  He charged after the stick. Grabbed it and ran back. Running up the stairs Rover got caught by the rails.  He tried to force his way up with no avail. The more Rover growled the less he could go forward. He was so angry that suddenly pushed so hard  the stick snapped and he could reach the top. Wagging his tail Rover threw both pieces in front of his master.

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Single rose bud : Sunday Photo Fiction September 20, 2015

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Single rose bud

One single pink rose bud was all  he had left behind.

Why was it that the one bud brought back happy memories to Kate, of times spent together?

Every weekend Joe and Kate  spent time in each other’s company. They had to do the meetings all secretive. Joe, a married man and Kate, a lonely single girl.

Early Saturday and Sunday mornings Joe would go jogging. He always took the route near the beach, met Kate on the way and  jog together in silence for a while. When they reached the top of the cliff, overlooking the sea, they would sit and relax for some time. They were in love and enjoyed just being together.

The last meeting was perfect till Joe handed  Kate the  rose bud. “ I’m moving on,”were his last words. Kate missed him so much but life had to go on.

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Toeka-Tokkel no 40 : Herinneringe/kuiertyd


Ons het almal dinge wat ons kan onthou. Net een woord kan n mens se gedagte vinnig terug neem na n gebeurtenis.

Ek gaan getrou elke Vrydag na my skrywers klas. Dis nou al drie volle jare wat ek die skrywery doen. Alles gaan oor jou eie ondervindings en herinneringe.

Ons kry altyd vyf of ses woorde waarvan ons een, of soms meer as een,  kies om oor te skryf.

Ons lees die geskryfde stukke voor aan die groep voordat ons verder kort vinnige stukkies skryf.

Dis lekker om na die verskillende skrywers se herinneringe te luister. Ek geniet dit omdat die groep heeltemal ander gedagtes en episodes beskryf, wat vreemd vir my is. Dieselfde met my stukkies wat ek voorlees. Dit is weer heeltemaal anders as wat ouens hier gewoond is.

So ruil ons elke Vrydag ons herinneringe uit en leer baie ekstra gewoontes. Elkeen het  ook in n ander era groot geword. Ons mentor is n een en negentig jarige dame wat graag van haar voor-oorlogse en ook oorlog herinneringe vertel. Sy het in Engeland groot geword en het na die oorlog gaan studeer as onderwyser. Sy het Nieu Zealand toe gekom as beginner onderwyseres.

Van die ander het meer Nieu Zealand gebeurtenisse waarvan hul vertel.

Dis werklik n belewenis om deel te wees van sulke wonderlike besprekings en herinneringe.

Toeka-Tokkel is lekker Afrikans

Deel asseblief jou herinneringe met ons hier op my blog.

Almal is welkom om deel te neem solak jy dit geniet.

Elke Donderdag verander die tema.

Plak n skakel in by my kommentaar sodat almal kan lees wat jy sê.

Noem ook asb my blog sodat ander Toeka-Tokkel kan vind en ook deelneem.

Die volgende persone het pragtige paaie stukke geskryf.

Bosveldnimf het met Spokie se hulp wildernispaaie geloop en pragtige fotos gebruik

Toorts skryf oor vriendskapspaaie

Kameel het n pragtige vertelling oor die paaie van die lewe aan die hand van die Skepper

Spokie het paaie wat deur Oos Transvaal kronkel met mooi fotos daarby

Herriemerrie het ver paaie gery in die nag net omdat sy wou. Sy het ook  gedig ingeplak van “The road not taken” deur Robert Frost

Baie, baie dankie vir jul deelname, sonder julle sou Toeka-Tokkel al doodgeloop het.

Volgende week se tema : MODES

Toeka- Tokkel no 40 : Bietjie laat!

Liewe Toeka-Tokkelaars

Uitgawe no 40 sal n bietjie laat wees. Miskien vanaand(SA laat oggend) of anders more vroeg(SA later die aand)

Eerste was my rekenaar van lyn af tot omtrent 12 uur vanoggend.

Vanmiddag het ek hele middag saam met n taal verwerker gesit om my skryfwerk vir oulaas reg te stel en te verander.

Ek beplan steeds om aan die einde van die maand my eboek die lig te laat sien.

Nog net die verwerking na die formaat wat Amazone dit wil hê. Nog n hele paar dingetjies om te doen.

Verskoon asseblief die laat uitgawe van Toeka-Tokkel no 40.

Daar het pragtige stukke oor paaie ingekom.

Tot volgende keer!