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Head in the Clouds – 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

– Head in the Clouds –

Sitting here in my eyrie, buffeted by wind and rain as it barrels in from the sea, I imagine myself in a tiny boat, storm-tossed and battered, far out in the oceans on the other side of the world.

I am alone, but not lonely.

At nights, I lie on the deck, bathed by moonlight, washed by showers of shooting stars. I lace my fingers behind my head, feeling the varnished boards still radiating the day’s heat.

As dawn breaks, clouds scud across the face of the sun. I remember with fondness the people of my past; family, friends and strangers who I have met on my journeys. I see them, living their lives in the sky above.

I pick up my pen, and begin to write.

The Visitor – Five Sentence Fiction

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It’s time for my latest offering to Lillie McFerrin’s Five Sentence Fiction, a weekly prompt where there is no word limit, just a limit on the number of sentences. Plus, although she provides a word prompt, it is just for direction only – you don’t have to include the word itself in your contribution.

This week, the prompt is  – BEAUTY.

Do let me know what you think of my offering below – and whilst you’re at it, why not take a look at everyone else’s offerings (I’m sure they’ll be fabulous), and even give it a go yourself…

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– The Visitor –

His shimmering wings – iridescent, delicate, gossamer-light – flicker effortlessly as he dances above the limpid pool.

Lily pads lie heavy on the water’s surface, waxy blossoms opening their petals to embrace the day.

The dragonfly comes to rest, his copper coloured body flashing and glinting in the rising sun.

A second passes, the glade holds its breath; the dragonfly pushes off and away – the pool is bereft.

The slightest of ripples shudder across the water, a momentary memory of his jewelled presence.

 

Lillie McFerrin Writes

The Usurper – Trifextra Week 84

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This weekend, the Trifecta team’s Trifextra challenge asks us to write 33 words including Tether, Loft and Crown in the tales tht we weave.

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

Here’s my little tale below. Enjoy!

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– The Usurper –

The tether encircling my neck is delicate yet iron-strong.

I am secluded in my loft – it is my haven.

Nobody comes

– except my master, adorned with his crown.

All power is mine.

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Trifecta