I had a little problem, back a couple of years. At the time, my right eye could hardly see at all.
I would miss things, especially on the floor. One time I opened the dishy-wishy (that was what I called it then – the dishwasher). I turned around and back again, and I forgot what I was doing. But then I tripped and fell over the open dishy-wishy (oops) – but fortunately I wasn’t hurt.
However, if I was out in the sunshine, I could see the bright light and the beautiful sun. I could see the reflection on the pavement, but I couldn’t see anyone on my right side. I would walk on the pavement and around the beach, there were shadows on the ground but not next to me. But hey-ho… It was fine as I always love the light, the sun and the sea.
But I couldn’t understand how it worked. Why does the reflection move me? How odd. How very odd. But does it matter? Thank goodness it’s better now and I can see properly again.
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The red-head woman was sleeping blissfully; Joan had just woken up, she looked down at her friend and smiled – she almost opened her two little fangs, but she’d thought better of it and she stood up quickly, then she bicycled back to the chateau.
Later, the red-head woman woke up – what a long sleep she had, she stretched her arms and sat up on the grass, but where was Joan? – she jumped on to her bike and hurried back to the chateau too.
Meanwhile, Joan had been talking to the old man, as together they had been poring over those antique deeds, as the two gargoyles had sent it than using a courier; the old man grinned ‘look, we’re getting there,’ as he glanced up, ‘who’s it?’ as the red-head dismounted.
He shuffled around the library and then he walked down the steps and opened the door of the chateau – ‘come in, my dear,’ – he bowed and said – ‘you know, I’m a real live wire, apart from my demise, of course,’ as he laughed out loud, ‘and everyone knows that I’ve a very dry sense of humour, even for a vampire!’
‘We’ll have food and wine… and dancing, don’t you think?’- as he held up his hands taking Joan and the red-head woman, ‘what’s your name, by the way?’
‘I just need to set up the lights and music; and there’ll be some other people – indeed I think I can hear them on their motorbikes – it’ll be quite a party!’
She steps onto the jetty its planks still moist with dew. She tugs the mooring rope softly and she draws the boat towards her. She drops lightly into the boat casts off, and slips away into the morning. Her tiny island awaits: just blissful.
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Image credit: Unsplash+ in collaboration with Serene arches (Sadje has purchased the membership of Unsplash+ so any image is permitted for this)
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a beautiful wooden rocking chair, placed on a small carpet. The setting is unusual as it is sat upon a three-tiered stone circle, beside a swamp / marsh.
The next day, the red-head woman and Joan of Arc (also known as the Maid of Orleans), had agreed to go to see part of the Tour de France – and it was even better since there was a rest day before the next race.
The red-head woman had been driving (she’d borrowed a car for a couple of days) and Joan had been looking at the scenery, it was only 2 hours from Paris, down to Orleans, as they were chatting happily all the way.
Soon they drove into a grand chateau, just outside the town, and Joan beamed at it: ‘I have been there before – centuries ago – and you know what,’ said Joan, ‘we’ll stay there, since I know a very old friend who lives there.’
They left their things in the car for the moment and walked around the beautiful town, Joan kept out of the sun, meanwhile, the red-head woman bought two ice cream cones as they walked over to the bridge; ‘you know what, we could go on a little adventure,’ they looked at each other, ‘let’s find a couple of bicycles,’ as they giggled.
They rode around the chateau, and passed the tall trees, cycling happily, then they raced for a little way, then they stopped and got off, putting their bicycles down.
They laid down on the soft grass where it was shady and sweet, where the scent of lavender was blissful; but will both of them be able to get up again?
Pick a card, any card look at it and put it back don’t tell me about it here it is and it’s right! Will you have another chance?
Let’s try something else…
Here’s a big top hat hey presto, a little bunny now she’s disappeared! Oh, don’t worry, she’s fine. Would you like a final chance?
Sorry. No money now. Shame.
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Image credit: Julian Drost@Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows an extended hand. Over the hand, hovering in the air is a deck of playing cards, enveloped in flames. At the top of the deck, aces of spades and hearts are visible.
The large doors clanged open and the young woman appeared, she waved and beckoned; now or never, thought the red-head woman, as she entered the ancient house and into the dark hall, the doors closed, and it echoed around the building.
Both women walked through the courtyard, as they looked at each other; ‘I know who you are,’ said the red-head woman, ‘you’re Joan of Arc, aren’t you?’
‘I am indeed,’ she said as she bowed – ‘I know that you are a vampire, as well.’
‘This is all true,’ said Joan, ‘but let me explain,’ she carried on, ‘I managed to get away before I was burned on the stake, and most of that wasn’t true anyway, but I was a hermit for many centuries until I found a few good friends – we still live here – come and meet them,’ she held up her hands, and beamed.
Joan took her hand and led her into the great hall, where several vampires were sitting drinking absinthe; two were playing chess and one was reading, and further on was a big screen where they were watching the television.
‘Oh my goodness,’ said the red-head, ‘that’s the Tour de France, could we go?’
are we beautiful? in a way blessed and humble we perceive is it odd? maybe but we’re free like a bird in a tree
but maybe I could be a film star or maybe just famous just fifteen minutes is all I ask, please?
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Image credit: Tom Barrett @ Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a billboard on which the quote; “You are beautiful” is written in the form of many colorful post-it notes. There are faint images of buildings in the background.
She had been looking at her smartphone many times, but there was nothing there, the two gargoyles had not moved at all and the cemetery was also silent in the moonlight, apart from a couple of young people who had almost shed all their clothing; the red-head woman had looked away, and up over the city into Montmartre, as she sighed and got into bed.
The next day was the weekend and it was particularly busy: the bells had been ringing around the two cathedrals and there was music everywhere, there was even a very tall clown wearing bangles, bows and buttons, and he was playing a tambourine; the red-head looked down from her tiny flat, she rubbed her head, as she decided to go out and down.
Meanwhile the two gargoyles laughed out loud as the red-head woman walked away; they knew that this would only work if she went on her own.
Too much noise still, thought the red-head woman, as she began to walk down one of the cobble streets; the music was strident and strange, as the frequency began to build like a big beat on the drum – faster and faster – the noise was unbearable, and then suddenly… it stopped.
‘Who is this?’ – she looked around, and then she saw a high window in the old house, she looked again to see a young girl.
Suddenly she remembered what the gargoyles said, and she realised this was a vampire – but she was not expecting this one.
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she hides behind a mask not revealing herself she moves sedately most of the time but sometimes she’s free and lithe she dances around in the dark no one can see and then, in the morning she hides her face again behind her mask
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Image credit: Michael Dziedzic @ Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a mechanical mask held by a metal hand. Both the eyes are staring in different directions.
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