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Hindsight – VisDare 42

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Here’s my latest offering for Anonymous Legacy‘s photo-inspired prompt, VisDare. This week’s prompt word is ‘Outnumbered’. The rules are simple:

150 words – or less.

Post entry to your blog and “link in”.

(Please – no erotica or graphic violence.)

DON’T FORGET to read and comment on others’ entries!!

The photo is below, and my piece follows.  Let me know what you think, and give it a go yourself, why not?

– Hindsight – 

“Back in the good old days, there would be taxis, buses, cars, vans, bike couriers and a sea of people down there. It was so noisy – absolute heaven!”

Sarah peered through the glass, murky with grime. The streets were now deserted, buildings cloaked in silence, creepers snaking around greying pillars, doorways rusted shut. Nature was staking her claim. It must have been five years since…

“Penny for them?” Alex wrapped his arm around her shoulders, protective.

“I wonder what the Last Day was like?”

“I don’t think we’ll ever know.”

“They say that the City of London has been relocated underground, somewhere in -”

“Ssh! Don’t say it!”

“Sorry. This place is so… haunting…”

“Let’s go, honey. This was a mistake, in more ways than one.”

“No, it wasn’t. It was good to see where all the trouble started. And what can happen – after.”

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Revelations – Friday Fictioneers

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Here is this week’s entry into the weekly challenge brought to us by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

Here are the rules: Use the photo as inspiration, write a hundred(ish) words – and share! Here goes my offering for this week – and I welcome your comments again!

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Copyright – Janet Webb

– Revelations –

The water has receded without warning. The word ‘magic’ is whispered behind hands of the believers.

For me, such flights of fancy these days are for fools. I believe that the seas have turned to inflict their damage on a far-flung country. I shudder for the people in the tidal path.

We have made up stories for the very little ones of the delightful things to be found under the brackish waves – it extends their childish wonder for a while.

Nobody has thought that mundane items such as supermarket trolleys would be the order of the day.

Still, the kids seem delighted at the chance to play dodgems.

Let them enjoy it, while it lasts.

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In Conversation – dVerse Open Link Week 118

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Here’s my latest entry into the dVerse Open Link – why not take a look at everyone else’s wonderful responses?

This is about me and my dad, having a conversation with him in my head.

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– In Conversation –

Return to me and make me smile
In my mind’s eye, stay a while
Ring your laughter in my ear
Embrace me, say there’s naught to fear

Take me back to childhood days
When all your words were full of praise
Your pride in me was plain to see
The centre of your world was me

The dead can do no wrong, they say
Rest in peace, we hope and pray
Strange it is that now you’ve left
You fill my thoughts, my heart’s bereft

Yet strangely full, I’m not alone
I carry you in every bone
My mortal fibre is borne from you
Wherever you are, think of me too.