Sunday, August 02, 2015

This and that

This week's Sunday's Whirligig is probably the most difficult I've come across, but I love a challenge. The given words are anger stride vein nonsense lagging topmost clear silver extravagant thunderheads joy and chalk. I've used all but one.

An explosion of sound drags me to my feet.

Not a sound, the stillness is palpable, time stands still.

The Thunderheads, top of the bill, extravagant, anarchic, rebellious.

I stand at the topmost point of the white chalk cliff and gaze at the shimmering silvery blue sea.

Shrieking  guitars, thumping drums, and a booming base assault my senses.

Nothing but  the occasional song from a hovering bird breaks the perfect silence.

Striding the stage, gripping the microphone, his face contorted, veins raised he screams and screeches.

A fox darts before me, stops, stares, one paw poised then continues on its way.

The bouncing crowd soaks up the anger, wrath and rage he spits from his mouth.

I relish the clear cloudless sky, the calm, the utter tranquillity. Time lagging, my mind fills with nothing but joy.

~ Too soon it’s all over ~

The swaying green grass beneath my feet no more.

The pounding music ended, unforgettable.

~ I’m contented~


Saturday, August 01, 2015

There should be a warning on the packet!

Some memories sprang mind when I saw the prompt at Sunday Scribblings 2! The given word is Seeds

I remember as a child being fascinated by the hair growing from my grandfather’s ears and nose. He told me he’d eaten bread with sesame seeds on the crust and they had sprouted inside his head. 

I thought about it for a while and came to the conclusion that the Cookie Monster was hairy because he ate cookies sprinkled with seeds grown in Sesame Street!

Since then I’ve had an irrational aversion to sesame seeds and avoid anything containing them. Well, you can’t be too careful, can you?


Sunday, July 26, 2015

(Please scroll down or click HERE for my Sunday Whirligig story)

Still Working!

This is my first foray into the world of Sunday Photo Fiction which comes highly recommended to me. So, a story in around 200 words inspired by this photograph. 198 OK? Here goes!

Quiet today. Not many people about. Perhaps I should think about relocating.

Hang on; I need to concentrate.

Nice one, she left me a pound!

Where was I? Oh yes. One good thing about quiet days is that I can stretch my muscles now and again. Also if I get an itch I can scratch it! Try that in a busy street.

Oh good, here comes another....breathe in.....hold.....go!

Mmm. Made the kids jump, but I got nothing. Some you win some you lose.

Where was I? Oh yea, one disadvantage of this job is that if you get cramp when it’s busy you just have to suffer it. Gosh that hurts.

Can you just shoo that pigeon off my head before it does something unsavoury? Thanks.

A mate of mine does a great Charlie Chaplin statue in the mall. Unfortunately, he caused some old fella to have a heart attack last week which upset him a bit. Upset both of them actually!

Some people coming into the park now so I’ll have to stop chatting in a minute. Is my make-up still OK?

Right, back to work.
Still....three two one...and...move! Ha-ha! Beats working for a living!

Footnote: People cleverly disguised as statues  are a common sight in London and other large towns these days. They stay motionless for ages before suddenly moving and making you jump out of your skin - and then they expect you to pay them! It's busking with a difference!

Photo: A statue of Air Force pilot at Battle of Britain memorial in Capel le Ferne in the UK

Thursday, July 23, 2015

He should have known

It's Sunday’s Whirligig time and the given words are coatless thinking kitchen envelope flag stars say touch slices roadside games and walk.

The kitchen is strewn with slices of toast, a smashed marmalade jar and a broken coffee mug. In the corner an envelope, a screwed up letter.

He was stupid thinking she could love him. But to end it with a scribbled note? To say nothing?

She was his reason for living. He flew his flag for her, stars sparkled at her touch. But it was just a game to her.

He steps outside into in the winter snow and walks dazed, barefoot and coatless along the roadside to the park they loved so much. Children merrily play, but he hears nothing but the sound of her laughter echoing in his head.

My original hundred-word story was inspired by the picture prompt at Friday Fictioneers.

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

The bracelet

At this week’s Three Word Wednesday the given words are metallic, optimal and polished. 

‘It’s a fine piece' said the expert as he gently polished the platinum, gold and jewel encrusted bracelet that he held in his hand. ‘How does eight thousand six hundred pounds sound?’ Bert broke out in a contented smile as they shook on the deal.


It started out as the perfect partnership; a marriage made in heaven. But before long Martha had changed. She became distrustful of Bert, falsely claiming that he was lying, cheating, and deceiving her. Bert was getting towards breaking point. He had to do something.

 It all came to a head when Martha accused Bert of stealing her precious bracelet; an heirloom handed down from generation to generation and rarely seen outside their house.

That was when Bert walked away from the marital home.

Five years passed. Martha was a creature of habit and had visited her sister every Monday evening. She still did. It was mid-winter, pitch black and still outside, the optimal conditions that Bert had been waiting for. He waited close by the house, then watched as Martha drove away. 

Dressed in his darkest clothes, he removed a small trowel from the rear of his car and made his way to the gate. Once in the garden he started carefully digging a hole at the base of Martha's prized willow tree. The trowel touched a metallic object.

The perfectly preserved bracelet was exactly where he’d buried all those years ago. 'Served her right' he muttered to himself.


I visit Stonehenge

It's Wordless Wednesday. Sorry about all the words; sometimes they simply are necessary!

Last Sunday I visited the prehistoric stone circle of Stonehenge. It was constructed in several stages between 3000 and 1500 B.C., spanning the Neolithic Period to the Bronze Age. It remains shrouded in mystery. Was it an ancient healing centre, an alien landing site or an astrological computer? Although it predated them by some 2,000 years, modern-day Druid societies still see it as a pilgrimage destination.

Click on images to enlarge them - it really is worth it!

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Watch this space!

Just back from my visit to the beautiful county of Wiltshire with loads of pictures to show you!