Just a broken chair – and it’s a Hainka
just a broken chair
but so many stories appear
even though it’s old
I can still sit there
shadows and sunshine are fine
just a broken chair
but more stories still unfold
and what will happen next time?
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Written in response to this week’s Tanka Challenge hosted by Melissa from Mom With a Blog
The red-headed writer (aka la Raconteuse) had decided that she would not go to the Six-Sentence-Café-and-Bistro today, no naughty-but-nice things to eat just at the moment; she was already primed to eat healthy things, and she had several juices on the go, plus for breakfast she had some muesli and half of a mango.
Then suddenly she could hear a ruckus down below, she opened her front door, it seemed that a couple of officers were waving a warrant around in one of the lower apartments; it was interesting, but best not to get involved, she thought, in any case petty rules were not for her, as she shut the door, and rather quickly.
She potted around in the living space, as she grinned: primal, she thought, it was a new plant called a Venus fly-trap; she peered closer, aha she beamed, another one caught – excellent!
She went to the tiny kitchen, and quickly washed the dishes, but she glared at that messy thing on the corner; perhaps she should forget about using that juicer, it was so messy and fiddly, and it took forever to clean it.
She went for a rummage in the bedroom – lots of things were under the bed – she pulled everything out and there it was, the useful box and inside was the receipt and the warranty, because by this time, she knew she would never use that juicing thing ever again.
But now she was hungry again, what would she eat… maybe another banana?
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Di of Pensitivity 101 – Wednesday’s Three Things Challenge: PERHAPS, PETTY, PRIMAL
Denise Farley of GirlieOnTheEdge
Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt: WARRANT
More #SixSentenceStories
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.
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #288 photo prompt.
© Ayr/Gray
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.
(250 words)
she’s Aquarius
such a beautiful creature
she’s wheeling around
and wearing her magenta
though she often wears silver
she is a kelpie
she’ll dive down and up again
and she’ll breathe Air
she is an inspiration
and she’ll fly up to the moon
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Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. The challenge this week is to play with colours and write a syllabic poem of your choice featuring your zodiac colour.
I’m Aquarius and my colour is Magenta, plus my element is Air.
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.
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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.
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Di of Pensitivity 101 – Wednesday’s Three Things Challenge: WEDDING, CELEBRATION, REFORM
Denise Farley of GirlieOnTheEdge
Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt: MARKET
More #SixSentenceStories
You are kidding me?
Yup, that’s right,
But you’re dense!
Sorry, but you are!
I’m not very happy about that!
But, I was only saying,
I mean, I don’t want to be rude,
But, well, you’re thick,
Well at least a bit.
Still, I’m thin, not fat and wide like you.
Hmm, I’m thinking about that.
It’s all in our heads though isn’t it?
Well, I suppose so?
And we’re still friends aren’t we?
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Image credit: Miguel Luis @Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a neon sign in bright green lit letters, saying; “it’s all in your head”.
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #287 photo prompt.
Di of Pensitivity 101 – Monday’s Three Things Challenge: THICK, DENSE, WIDE
© Ayr/Gray
Sewing?
Not my forte,
definitely not.
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.
(44 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!
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #286 photo prompt.
© Ayr/Gray
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.
(250 words)
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