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Daily Archives: March 24, 2017
I woke up in the open: behind me the sun was setting, and I could see, on the ground ahead of me, the shadow of a large tree. Some old wreckage appeared half buried, atop a small tumulus, and beyond … Continue reading
She looked at the cards in her hand, head down, buying time. What to do? Some you win, some you lose. Always the same dilemma. She lifted her eyes, meeting his eager gaze and pinning his attention as she switched … Continue reading
Originally posted on Walking with a Smacked Pentax:
It has been ages since I had a good old poke about on Rombalds moor. I have been up there a couple of times lately, but they were just showing people around on the…
Sue Vincent runs a wonderful writing prompt, #writephoto, each week, using her own photography as inspiration. Maybe it’s the snot monster talking, or maybe, once again, Sue has come up with a great image, but as soon as I saw … Continue reading
Where do they go, the faces of youth? The smiles and laughter, The sparkling eyes And witty conversation? They are lost in the silence Of forgotten solitude; Of endless days And sleepless nights When the mouth never opens Except for … Continue reading
I awoke at dawn, as always, even though his alarm obviously didn’t go off. I wasn’t hungry, so I did my morning walk through the wisps of the dying fog on getting up. Breakfast could wait. The fields, ever my … Continue reading
Frankly, there is no doing anything with her today. It doesn’t take much to make her happy… give her an ice-cream, a five minute break from tennis-ball-throwing or a whiff of heather and she’s content. Not that she is getting … Continue reading
* … Rice-Bird now knew the thing that Skunk feared and he began to throw his voice in a whistle from Skunk’s back-pack. “Ugh!” cried Skunk when he heard the whistle and he turned and fled in the opposite direction. … Continue reading