Here is this week’s entry into the weekly challenge brought to us by the lovelyRochelle 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!
If Toby could speak, he would have a thing or two to say. The constant flow of immigrants and emigrants stepping over the threshold night and day had taught him a thing or two.
Pete had the cushy job, checking the credentials of those who wanted in, striking through the names of those who wanted out (although that was a relatively new phenomenon, to be fair).
It was always ‘St Peter this’ and ‘St Peter that’.
Nobody ever mentioned Toby, perched above the pearly gates.
Poor Toby, without even so much as a finger available to scratch that itch just above his right eye…
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This week’s dVerse Poetics has us writing ghostly tales, but with a comedic twist. Such fun! It is very windy here on the coast tonight, and according to the weather forecast, worse is to come tomorrow evening – so my offering has picked up on that, as you will see!
I hope you enjoy it – and please visit dVerse to read all of the other creations!
– Denied –
The winds they howl and moan tonight They say they’ll bring the folks a fright Tear down trees and windows break The gales will keep us all awake
‘Tis Halloween, the ghosts and ghouls Should roam the earth and steal our souls But the weather has them beat And whipped them all from off their feet
They’re wrapped around the chimney stacks Caught in trees, trapped in shacks The wind has sucked away their cries And turned them dumb, to their surprise
They clench their fists and gnash their teeth Their tortured souls find no release The one night of the year for fun Has left our ghastly ghostlies glum
Frustrated in their scary games They feel let down, a sense of shame That dawn is almost on their heels And not a scream has been revealed
From the throats of human prey The winds have stolen fear away The storm dies down, the daylight looms The scary fiends are bathed in gloom
‘Twas Halloween, a terrible night For ghosts that die to cause a fright Mother Nature upped her game The ghouls were silenced – what a shame!
Sally has caught The Sore Throat, as my ever-pessimistic and annoyingly accurate husband had predicted.
Sally is usually smilingly robust (like me), but today, she is distraught.
“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” I do my best to be sympathetic, like a good mummy, but my mind is where I really want to be – immersed in the dreaming spires of Oxford, or more realistically my distance-learning course in Middle English.
I click on the link and the photo materialises – closely followed by the best squeal my daughter’s throat can muster. She hides her face in my shoulder, her little body shaking.
“It’s only the silly old gargoyle, Sally! I thought you liked him?” This is really weird. I stroke her hot little forehead, wondering if she is hallucinating.
“But Daddy had to put one in his throat when he was poorly last week! And he washed it in TCP too! It’s too big for my throat, Mummy!”
Her little face crumples, and I try very hard to suppress a smile. No wonder she had been so obsessed with John and his morning ministrations to his Man Flu.
Time to buy a dictionary – and indulge in a quick spelling lesson.
