Sunday, December 10, 2017

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Post 1648. Sunday December 10





‘Look Daddy, the fairies are back! They are dancing round and round’ She often saw them, but all I could see was the little village I made for her at the bottom of the garden. 'They are waving to us Daddy, do you see?'

‘So they are’ I said, waving one hand whilst crossing the fingers of the other! Well, it was only a white lie.

Maria was born poorly. Unable to walk unaided, she would sit in her wheelchair for hours on end singing, laughing, and talking with the fairies. We knew her life would be short, but the end came far sooner than we expected. Just eight short years, but joyous ones nonetheless.

This morning when I opened the curtains I saw a ring of fairies dancing round and round in the little village at the bottom of the garden. They waved to me and I waved back The prettiest of them all was little Maria.


Word count 158


Thank you, Eric Wiklund for providing this week's inspirational photograph.

Thursday, December 07, 2017

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Post 1647. Thursday December 7




It’s going to snow the weatherman said.

So I polished the bottom of a tea tray and put a tea cosy on my head.

I stuck my hands in some oven gloves and borrowed two of granddad's walking sticks.

I strapped tennis rackets to my feet and climbed to the top of the mountain hill.

Then I waited....and waited....and waited.

It rained.



This week's cue at Six Sentence Stories is Stick

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Wednesday, December 06, 2017

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Post 1646. Wednesday December 6

Friday Fictioneers




Just weeks ago my window framed a palette of colour. Gaudy blooms, branches dressed in quivering leaves of green, and puffs of white drifting ‘cross a sky of deepest blue. But not today. Flowers have run to seed and trees resemble stark frosted skeletons. Grey clouds hang low and an icy wind whispers winter.

As I turn my gaze toward the orange glow of a crackling log fire, warmth fills my cheeks. Steam wafts from a comforting bowl of soup assaulting my senses. Here, winter is shut outside. As I draw the curtains, I am reminded that no matter the season, life is good.








Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and Dale Rogerson for the chilly picture!
















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Tuesday, December 05, 2017

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Post 1645. December 5




A cat wandered into my apartment the other day, and no matter how often I sent it away it kept coming back. And yesterday it leaped into my car with me! Don’t laugh, it’s not funny. I mean, why on earth did it choose me? If cats are so clever, how come it doesn’t know I have a deep dislike of like them? Dogs, masters, cats, servants and all that.

My friends think it’s hilarious. Let it sit on your lap they say. No, I say. Take it for a walk on a lead they say. No, I say, I’d feel a right clot!

It asked for some milk the other day. I didn’t have any so I gave it a bowl of yogurt instead. It lapped it up then went hyper! Jumping, climbing the walls, somersaulting! Ok, that last part’s pure fiction, but it did send it a bit do-lally! I’ll try giving it that cream liqueur stuff next! Baileys, that’s it.

Anyway, it looks like I'm stuck with it so meeow for now!



Word count 169


Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting and Enisa for the photo.


Monday, December 04, 2017

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Post 1644. Monday December 4





It sounded simple in theory. Twenty assorted screws, one allan key, ten bits of wood and in minutes a bookshelf! Now, this one here, that one there; no that one there, the other one….this way up, no ......grrrrr!




Thank you Varad for this week's tricky challenge.


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Sunday, December 03, 2017

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Post 1642. Sunday December 3





And.....ACTION' shouted the director.


‘If anyone knows any reason why these two people should not….’

I do' echoed a voice from the back of the set.

The couple, the priest and guests turned to face the somberly dressed man standing in the church doorway.

Chalky, I thought you were……’

‘Dead? You thought I was dead?’ he yelled.

A dapper detective accompanied by two uniformed police officers marched down the aisle.
He removed his trilby hat.

‘Millie Malone, I’m arresting you for the attempted murder of Cliff White. Anything you say…’

‘...will be taken down as used in court. Yes, detective, I know. Do what you have to’ said Millie dropping her bouquet to the floor and holding out her wrists.

There was a stunned silence as everyone watched the officers march Millie away to an awaiting police car.



CUT!’ yelled the director.

The cast, crew, and extras of Soap Street started excitedly chattering.

‘This episode was meant to end with a cliffhanger' he said, 'but not like this. How the hell are we going to carry on without Millie Malone?’

Sometimes fantasy and reality collide.



Word count 183












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Wednesday, November 29, 2017

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Post 1641. Wednesday November 29







‘Why’s that old toilet in your shed Maisie?’

‘It was Bill’s Pru. He died on it you know’.

‘Really?’

‘Yes Pru. He loved his downstairs toilet’

Did he?’

‘Yes . No one else was allowed to use it, not even me Pru ‘

‘No’

‘Yes. Every morning he read the newspaper in there’

‘Did he?’

‘Yes. One day the toilet paper ran out, and later I found the celebrity gossip pages were missing!’

‘Oh!’

‘I wanted it to be his gravestone’

‘Good idea’

'Yes, but the council said no’

‘No?’

‘Yes. So I’m going to put it in the garden with a plant in it. I hope next door’s kids don’t water it for me!’

‘Haha, funny!’

'Yes, haha!



Thanks Rochelle for hosting and What's His Name for the photo
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As I'm a bit pushed for time today I've taken the unusual step of resurrecting this little tale that I posted a while back. Not many people read it then so I'm hoping for better luck this time round!