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Summer – Trifextra week 72

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I’m on a bit of a writing buzz today, so couldn’t resist my first entry into one of the Trifecta writing challenges – Trifextra. I’ve had my eye on this blog for a little while – it’s time to jump in!

This weekend’s Trifextra challenge is to write exactly 33 words on what summer means to the writer. Summer means many things to me, so my offering below is just one aspect.

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As a late-leaving office worker, now I can enjoy my version of London in all its deserted, light-blessed glory. No crowds to dodge, just space in which to reflect on the glass-bound skyscrapers.

By Freya Writes

By Freya Writes

Trilby – 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 John Nixon

Copyright John Nixon

– Trilby –

“He got so angry when I couldn’t sing in tune. He said I’d lost him the gift of trance, sir.”

“Trance? Who do these legs belong to, exactly?”

“You don’t recognise me, not all dolled up, sir?”

“Miss Trilby?”

“Yes, sir, if you please.” She fluttered her eyes – faint echoes of her stage presence. A tear slid down her cheek. “I didn’t mean to, sir. I just snapped, sir. He’s such a scary man, Mr Svengali.”

I patted her on the shoulder. “I think you mean ‘was’, Miss Trilby.”

Her answering smile haunts me, even now.

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Unbelievable – 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 - EL Appleby

Copyright – EL Appleby

Unbelievable

“They said the Platypus was a fake.  Why wouldn’t they say the same about this… creature?”

I looked at Damian, looking at… It. I tried to be encouraging, in a gentle manner. “Come on, take a chance. This could be such a breakthrough, you know it!”

“But my reputation, I’ll risk everything!”

He wasn’t going to budge. I could just tell, from how he looked down his long nose, to the way he shuffled his hooves.

I sighed, too loudly. The furless, two-legged creature froze, then darted into the bush.

The ‘man’ as Damian called it, was going to be someone else’s discovery.

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