a new museum,
this is more than interesting,
radical, I’d say.
tiny, tiny things,
very valuable, I’m sure,
fantastic, aren’t they.
I really want it,
is it possible to buy?
only a punt though.
so, not to worry,
let’s look at the next display.
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Image credit: Amaury Michaux @ Pexels
This is a black and white image of five people standing by the railing in a museum looking down at something or someone. There are 2 women and 3 men.
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #355 photo prompt.
Tread with trepidation
It’s so, so dry. Look at the grass, it’s brown. It’s dying or dead. Ridiculous! Actually it’s not just ridiculous, it’s rather worrying. I have never known a summer as scorching as this. Although 1976 was pretty similar. Gosh, that was a long time ago.
The worrying thing now though is this. It’s El Niño effect. And that is going to be brutal. It’s already beginning. There is drought, wildfires and heat waves too. Then on the other side there will be torrential rain with floods.
Now we need to think. Crops, livestock and infrastructure will reduce food production and disrupt markets. As supply falls, prices rise and food becomes less affordable. When combined with existing pressures such as conflict these climate shocks can quickly increase hunger.
so brace, brace and brace
many things will be required
let us keep alert
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145 words
Photo Prompt © Lori Wilson
The Lobby
“Shall we try that place,” said she.
“We could,” said he.
So the two of them moved up those rather grand steps. But then they stopped before opening the front door.
“It looks very nice,” she smiled.
“It seems pretty posh,” he grinned.
They looked at each other for a moment. Then between them they went through the door.
“Gorgeous,” said she.
“Perfect,” said he.
They both winked together… twice.
“I’ll go this way…”
“And I’ll go that way…”
They were busy for a little while.
“Okay, that’s enough.”
“Indubitably.”
So off they went, and quickly. And almost nobody noticed.
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
The red-headed writer (aka la Raconteuse) dashed down from her apartment (all six floors), then trotted across a couple of roads to get to the Six-Sentence-Café-and-Bistro; she was about to enter the establishment, and she was sure she could smell the particular aroma of a cigar… she smiled… a lot.
La Raconteuse scanned around the place; it was quite early, so few people were around, but Mimi and Denise, aka the Bartender, were talking about making lunch.
“A lovely selection of tomatoes, courgettes, carrots and lots of spuds,” grinned Mimi, “and all organic food of course,” – “perfect,’ smiled the Bartender, “you’ll use the carrots to make carrot cake?” – “oh, naturally,” as Mimi went back to the kitchen to organize everything.
La Raconteuse sat on a stool opposite the Bartender and said, “what’s happening just now,” as the Bartender slid a flyer, “look at this.”
“See, it’s going to be a function, right here,” said the Bartender, “where there will be music and lights, and then everything will go dark and then the spot light will come up… it will be a slam poets party… see, look it says here.”
“And I will be the overseer,” said the tall, thin man, as he suddenly appeared from the hallway, “you’ll enjoy this a great deal, won’t you,” as he grinned, “we’re starting a list, all those poetry people, either actually here, or on line… it’ll be next week, oh, and don’t worry, our excellent friend, the Gatekeeper, will be looking after the door.”
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Di of Pensitivity 101 – Wednesday’s Three Things Challenge: OVERSEE, ORGAN, ORGANIZE
Denise Farley of GirlieOnTheEdge
Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt: FUNCTION
More #SixSentenceStories
Memories
Ah yes, my first flat,
well, it was almost it.
A tiny bedsit,
what a find!
It was old even then,
a little table,
a chair, and behind
that tatty bed.
Eish! I would say
now.
Just a couple of things,
some books and records,
but my pride of place…
that little black and white TV.
Ah, memories…
I’ll just take
that useful
suitcase.
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Image credit: Tolga Ahmetler @ Unsplash
This image shows a scene inside a room. There is an old-fashioned TV sitting on a small table. There is a big white kettle on the TV. There is a yellow bag in front of the TV. There is a wooden chair on the right of the TV. On the back wall, there are windows with metal grills over them.
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #354 photo prompt.
Autumn? Is it? You’re quite sure?
Surely it’s spring around here?
It’s certainly complicated
and I do like to be sure.
You see I’m a water maiden
I’m really rather shy though
but I’m bright and beautiful
and I’ll say that quietly.
I am by a lovely lily.
It’s a white water lily
and it’s so sweet and vibrant
and I love to sit with it.
So now I’m thinking to myself
it’s almost an equinox
and that is pretty pleasing,
it could be fall or vernal.
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Photo Prompt © Lisa Fox
“Awesome, aren’t they?”
“Expensive?”
“I guess so, but matters not.”
“All very pretty, and so detailed. Now I need to squint. Hmm, it must be in another kind of language.”
“Something like Cyril?”
“Can’t be Cyril, Cyril is our President.”
“I do know that. I’m going to Google this while you continue to look.”
“All these gorgeous churches, they are called churches, aren’t they? Or maybe cathedrals, seems more… more, well whatever. But have you got some information yet?”
“I have. And here it is.”
So they looked together, and that was great.
“Okay, what’s next in this excellent museum?”
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
“It’s such a hip joint, isn’t it,” grinned the red-headed writer (aka la Raconteuse) as she and Aurelia sat up by the beautiful mahogany bar in the Six-Sentence-Café-and-Bistro: “you see, if we sit just here we can see everything from the back mirrors behind us.”
“You’re right, you can,” smiled Mimi as she appeared from the double doors in the kitchen, next to the middle of the bar; then she extended her right hand to shake Aurelia, “please to meet you, my dear, it’s always nice to have a new friend… anything you would like to eat, by the way?”
“I bet cake will be involved,” grinned la Raconteuse, “but before that, what in the Sam Hill have you been doing for so long, dear Mimi?”
“But surely both of us have been busy in the hall and further up to the different floors in that very large building,” said Mimi – “ah yes, that’s very true,” as la Raconteuse gestured to the darker parts by the hall, “lots of interesting doors and windows as we know.”
Then Aurelia said, as she jumped down, “I need to go to the bathroom, I’ll not be long, I promise, it’s just a little problem,” as she rubbed her back as if there was something niggling in her pretty shirt.
So the two of them, Mimi and la Raconteuse, began to talk and quickly, starting with Mimi, as la Raconteuse said, “go on, fire away, there are so many stories we need to tell.”
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Di of Pensitivity 101 – Wednesday’s Three Things Challenge: HILL, HIP, HIND
Denise Farley of GirlieOnTheEdge
Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt: FIRE
More #SixSentenceStories
That Old Door
It’s an interesting door, you said?
I did.
But what do you think about it?
Well, it’s old, obviously.
Yes, go on.
It’s a bit creaky too.
Indeed.
It looks a bit like, hmm…
What?
A Christmas tree, don’t you think?
I see what you’re saying.
And yes, it’s funny.
Definitely!
Will we be able to go in?
Let’s find out.
So they waited and waited for ages.
But sadly no-one was in.
Oh, such a shame, don’t you think?
Still, we’ll try again sometime.
Ah yes, we will!
So off they go, and smiling happily…
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Image credit: Istiaque Hossain @ Pexels
It is a monochrome photo of an old door. There is a simple pattern of wooden planks on the door- creating triangles! The wall on which it’s fixed isn’t in good repair. There are signs of fungus around the lower part of the wall.
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #353 photo prompt.
aha, I am here
as I muttered to myself
as I almost stopped
I knew I’d forgotten something
but what was it I wondered
I was half way now
on this pretty hump-backed bridge
but it’s bugging me
it was bugging me so much
as I dithered, and dithered
so what was it then?
as I stared at the river
but no clue was there
so should I go back, or not?
but no, let’s go, well why not!
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Melissa, from Mom With a Blog, is our host this week at #TankaTuesday, and she asks us to write about forgetting things.
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