just a few flowers on the edge of the landscape it’s so grey there’s no mauve, jasmine or pearl so smoggy in that city
but close by, the colours are vibrant there’s dahlias and daisies so vivid
but it’s blurring now such a shame
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Image credit: Brooke Balentine @Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a few flowers lying on the parapet of a high-rise building. In the blurred background, the tall buildings of a cityscape can be seen.
Great Aunt Margot was having a leisurely breakfast on the ferry. She continued to read as she sipped her fresh orange juice.
Meanwhile the two boys had been running all around the ferry. But they stopped for a bit, they were almost out of breath. ‘It’s so big, isn’t it.’ ‘And several decks as well.’ ‘It’s lovely day too.’ ‘And calm, fortunately.’ ‘Come on, let’s run around again.’ So off they went, again.
Great Aunt Margot had finished her breakfast, but still she was reading her e-book. It was a detective novel, and it was pretty good, and she had no idea who had done the murder… yet.
A moment later, the two boys rushed past. Then they stopped and turned back. ‘Are we still okay to walk around,’ one of them said.
Great Aunt Margot looked up, holding her e-book carefully, ‘I thought your walking was rather more like running, hmm? But no problem, as long as you’re not in the way.’ She grinned now.
‘Actually, we have several things we have found around the decks. Look at these!’ The two boys smiled happily, as they removed their various pockets and put them on the table.
Great Aunt Margot looked at all of those things. ‘Quite a catch, you have,’ she remarked. But then, several people appeared, and each of them said: ‘that’s mine’ and ‘that’s yours’ and ‘is it his?’… etc.
The two boys looked rather upset, although not for long. ‘Look, the ferry will be docking soon.’
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Posted for The Unicorn Challenge, a magical challenge hosted by Jenne Gray and C E Ayr, where they provide a photo and we, in turn, provide up to 250 words.
That was very, very odd, thought the red-headed writer (aka la Raconteuse), she was sure that she had written a small piece about the Stream-of-Consciousness, but there’s nothing on her laptop – but how could it be? – more than odd, but she decided to do something different today, she would go to one of the markets not far from here.
But before anything else she would have to put her two bin bags out, as she mused as she lugged down those many stairs, maybe she could reform herself a little bit: for example, she could lay off some of that coffee and chocolate, and even that lovely wine, but not quite yet, as she grinned to herself.
All that finished, she strided off to decide where she was going, since she knew some of the best places to go now, as she looked around in that neighbourhood.
She passed the wedding shop – not for her she knew, as she crossed the street and then walked around the corner; where there seemed to be a celebration, and then she clicked, it was the Cinco de Mayo.
She continued over a couple of streets before finding herself in the particularly good market – with lots of art, crafts, vinyl, gorgeous vintage clothes, and all kinds of bric-a-brac stuff, but what to buy, she thought; but then she couldn’t decide.
There were several food emporiums around, and all looking very nice, but as usual she decided to go over to the Six-Sentence-Café-and-Bistro for lunch.
— p.s. So that’s where it when! Who knew? That red-headed writer was very confused. But, at least she’d found it. So that’s alright. That Stream of Consciousness, hmm, it was very strange.
I can’t darn I can’t knit I certainly can’t crochet.
What can I do? Well, I can turn up my jeans as I’m rather short.
You see, I’m a writer …and so it doesn’t matter what I wear!
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Posted for The Unicorn Challenge, a magical challenge hosted by Jenne Gray and C E Ayr, where they provide a photo and we, in turn, provide up to 250 words.
This man… who is he? I’ve never seen him before. He’s wearing a trench coat even though it’s very warm is he a spy?
He’s wearing a hat not a cap not a bonnet not a boater It’s a trilby, and it’s pulled down he is definitely a spy!
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Image credit: Maksym Mazur @Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a shadow of a person, wearing a hat. The shadow is cast on a bed of green grass and 2 dandelions are growing in the patch of grass where the eyes of that silhouette would be!
Great Aunt Margot had her old car outside. ‘We know what this is,’ said the two boys in unison. ‘It’s a 2CV, isn’t it?’ ‘That’s right, and you can hop in,’ she grinned. ‘We are going to the coast. It isn’t too far, I’ve got a big basket here in the front, and you too can sit in the back.’
It was a beautiful day and quite soon they could see the sea.
Great Aunt Margot parked the car. She handed the big basket. ‘You can carry it between you.’ She strode ahead, with one hand holding a large parasol and the other with a big and pretty rug. Soon much munching went on. ‘Now, off you go,’ said Great Aunt Margot. ‘I’ll have a little nap,’ she smiled. ‘You can go all round here – the sand, the rock pools and even the very tall palm trees.’
After about an hour, the two boys caught up with Great Aunt Margot. ‘Enjoying yourselves?’ They both grinned. ‘I’m going over to the little market just over there,’ she pointed. ‘I will still be able to see you.’
Later, Great Aunt Margot was still chattering in the car park. While the two boys were running around the tall, tall palm trees. They kept looking at them. ‘I’m sure those trees are getting closer to us, don’t you think?’ ‘Weird, isn’t it?’
They were still talking about those trees. And then Great Aunt Margot said: ‘don’t worry, they often move,’ as she winked.
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Posted for The Unicorn Challenge, a magical challenge hosted by Jenne Gray and C E Ayr, where they provide a photo and we, in turn, provide up to 250 words.
Squirrel, are you in that drey over there? Quite a place I imagine, is that right Under and hiding in that palm tree I definitely think I can see you Room for many of them Run out now, go on Every one join in Link up together Scurrying
Written in response to this week’s Tanka Challenge hosted by Willow. She has asked us to think about what is happening underground. Seeds and bulbs are waking up, while roots are looking for nourishment and reaching out looking for communication and news. Little creatures and insects are all on the move.
PS – I hope I’ve got away with this. These squirrels are not quite underground, although they are under and hiding in our palm tree.
The red-headed writer (aka la Raconteuse) had been a bit rattled in the deep night yesterday; she had almost lost the plot as she had continued to write furiously on her laptop, but at least this morning she was feeling much better, particularly since she had been fortified with her breakfast in the Six-Sentence-Café-and-Bistro just now.
She was very keen to show this to Deborah, but la Raconteuse still needed to read back again, since she wanted to make sure what she had written was as good as she could; she knew that the lovely librarian would be perfectly happy to be callous as she explained how it could be better – otherwise, what would be the point?
A final read would be all she’d need, so she settled down in her usual booth, while she put her phone to charge on her laptop, as she started to read again.
She picked up her big bag, waved a hand as she left, then almost ran up the three steps, but then she stopped… dead; she stared in the distance, something suddenly had confused her, but then she continued to walk again – everything would be fine.
Soon she had arrived in the excellent library, as she hurried to the counter to where one of the librarians appeared, a young man, she’d asked for Deborah but what a blow; alas, there was no Deborah, there had never been a Deborah, but how can that be?
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