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The Night Sky Lullaby – Trifextra Week 82

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This weekend, the Trifecta team’s Trifextra challenge asks us to write only 33 words which they can share with their children in the bedtime story routine. No scary, nightmare-inducing tales allowed!

I’ll share a slice of my family life with you.  I have a much younger brother (who has just graduated from university) who loved the moon when he was a scrumptious little boy. This is the second time I have written a creative piece inspired by him – take a look over here to see what I wrote!

Anyway, I have turned a bit soft and gooey again this week – my muse seems to have unleashed my soft underbelly. Make the most of it, before normal service is resumed 🙂

Why not visit here to read all the other brilliant offerings?! Or, take part yourself….

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– The Night Sky Lullaby –

Our friend Mr Moon shines so brightly tonight
He bathes your bed in sweetest, soft light
He smiles gently upon you, the whole night long
As Mr Nightingale sings you his lullaby song.

Trifecta

History Lesson – 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!

Copyright - Claire Fuller

Copyright – Claire Fuller

 

– History Lesson –

“Is this it, Grandad?”
“Yes, Tommy, this is it. We climbed up to the roof with buckets of water and bags of sand, and waited.”
“For the, the –“
“The Luftwaffe, that’s right.”
“But why did they want to firebomb the church? It’s not very important!”
“Ah, well. There was a big factory next door. That’s what they were after.”
“So, did they sometimes make a mistake?”
“Yes, so we had to stop the church burning down.”
“But why, Grandad?”
“Well, me and your Grandma wouldn’t have been able to get married here. Where would we be then?”
“And she wouldn’t have been buried here either, Grandad!”
“No, lad. Shall we take her these flowers, then?”

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Jankers – Alastair’s Photo Fiction

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

Copyright - Kattermonran

Copyright – Kattermonran

– Jankers –

All the boys had second jobs when they weren’t on a tour of duty, but no way could you be working in Civvy Street whilst in uniform. Paul pictured his bag of clothes making their merry way on the 6.41am to Swansea without him. What an idiot.

Money was scarce these days, but the sight of his ice cream cart persuaded even the tightest fist to loosen up for a 99-flake, especially at his local hospital’s fundraiser. He scanned the crowds for signs of military bearing amongst the happy family groups. No, he was safe.

Satisfied, he crouched down, rummaging in his cart for more napkins. A shadow grew tall on the grass next to him, ram-rod straight, stretching out forever. Sweat prickled between his shoulder blades. Damn – he couldn’t even look the soldier in the face. If it was his Warrant Officer, he was done for….

“Corporal Jones! What the hell d’you think you’re playing at?”

Paul’s head snapped up, recognising the voice as if it was his own.

“Dad! Thank God! I though I was done for!”

“Here’s a change of clothes, son. Now get a move on before you get caught for real.”

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And for those of you scratching your heads at my choice of title this week, take a look here.