Category Observations

All Whipped Up – dVerse Meeting the Bar

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Here’s my latest entry into the dVerse Meeting the Bar. This week, Gay is urging us to explore American Sentences, 17 syllables of deliciousness a little like haiku, but sentence-style and jazzed up, beat poetry style. Allen Ginsberg, anyone?

My selection are inspired by the sudden cold-snap we seem to be experiencing (I love a clear night sky with a bright, white moon!), plus a remembrance of the Great Storm of 2013 we were hit by a few weeks ago. Oh, and the sea, because that’s where I live!

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– All Whipped Up –

My beach is glorious in winter, few choose to brave the elements.

My cheeks, whipped raw by sand and spume, rosy testament to Nature’s gifts.

My waves suck and draw shingle, crush shells, shred seaweed, salt crusting old boots.

My shuttered shops, empty carousel, cacophony for eyes and ears.

 

Sweets For My Sweet – 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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– Sweets For My Sweet –

“Mother?”
“Yes, honey?”
“What are these things under the ramp?”
“Hold on a moment, sugar, let me just finish this. Here, you have one as well, they’re to die for.”
“Mmm, oh yes!”
“What did you want to know? Sorry, I got side-tracked. Here, have the last one.”
“I wanted to know about the jagged things under the ramp.”
“Oh, yes. I think they’re steps. Back in the Lean Times, people walked. Instead of zooming up the ramp in one of these babies, they had to use the steps, wasting all their energy. Strange, huh?”
“How primitive! Mother?”
“Yes, sweetie?”
“Can we buy another box of Snickers bars? I could do with a snack before lunch.”

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Click on the blue froggy below to read others’ offerings!

Happy Junk – Sunday Photo Fiction

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Here is my offering for Sunday Photo Fiction this week, inspired by the photo below.  Why not take part? And why not visit Alastair’s photography and writing blog to take a look at his other photos…?

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– Happy Junk –

Hong Kong. The little ship in the window reminds him of Hong Kong. 

Stuart stands for a moment, resting his fingertips against the murky glass. His breath mists the window, obscuring the scale model from view.

The quiet lane disappears, and instead his senses are assaulted by the sounds and smells of a busy harbour, water barely visible as vessels jostle for position. He sees merchants hopping from deck to deck, sacks and parcels balanced on their shoulders. They are shouting, gesticulating, laughing, joking and bargaining. The clink of coins hitting boards and jingling in pockets is a musical box to his ears.

He smiles, and walks away, his day illuminated by joyful memories, all triggered by an insignificant junk shop ornament.

Sometimes, you just need to pay attention to experience happiness.

It’s often right in front of your eyes.