© Dale Rogerson
There is enough stress as it is when you are moving house, never mind when it gets to the day and you are left waiting for hours, waiting for the money to transfer. You’ve been ready to go since seven!
Mother, always insisted on the house being spotlessly clean for the new owners, I never understood myself, as I scrubbed the working tops and the floor.
When the time came and it was all go, we had the keys and we could move stuff into our new home imagine my surprise to find these left on the table for us!
Written as part of Friday Fictioners, a 100 word flash fiction challenge, hosted by Rochelle.
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Image courtesy of Kent Bonham
We had been stuck behind this car for ages, as we traveled on holiday, my dad was getting more and more frustrated
“Bloody foreigners!” he shouted angrily.
“At least if you are going to come over to this country and drive on our road…”
I try to and calm him down.
“They’re not that bad dad, a lot of them come over here and do good things.”
“Many of those in our medical profession come from abroad.”
He suddenly went quiet, thinking…
I hoped he was remembering all they had done for mum, before she died..
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I have been trying hard with my grammar this week, I generally have no clue where I am supposed to put these marks. I seemed to have missed 101 in grammar at school. To the point of my son (8) knows better grammar than me!!!
But I am trying to learn from the feedback I have been getting from my story on Scribophile.
Thanks to Janet Webb for the photo
Whenever we stayed at Grandma’s, she would tell us stories all about the Big Friendly Giant, it was her favorite book. When we closed our eyes to sleep we would dream of the adventures we could have.
Imagine our excitement when we were playing in her garden one day, and we came across a jar of dreams.
When we noticed the candle our excitement went into over drive. Maybe Grandma’s stories were true and if we sneaked down the garden late at night we would see the BFG and gran catching dreams and storing them away for those in need.
Thanks as always goes to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioners and another inspiring photo.
I am sure everyone is aware of the BFG story by Ronald Dahl, but if not here is the link to Wikipedia, thought I have only seen the film in parts. Imagine what we could do with a jar full of dreams!
It was my turn for my picture to be the prompt for this weeks Friday Fictioners and I have some how read everyone’s interpretations. It is a bit scary how many people wrote about me!! HAHA
So here we go.
Ode to IRS
They sent her home, she was too ill to work, and then the doctor signed her off sick.
Last time she had left her desk for so long they kidnapped her penguins and held them to ransom, putting them through all sorts of torture.
They told her to rest and that her health was more important than Bonds, but her work was her life and without it she felt like nothing.
She’d have to cope with kid’s television and her children’s arguments while resting on the sofa.
One day she’d return but for now she had to rest and sleep.
Thanks Rochelle as always for hosting and thanks to everyone who has taken part : )
PHOTO PROMPT Sarah Potter
The Gardening Project
It seemed like a good idea at the time to start my own gardening project, I had these big ideas of what I could grow from tomatoes and potatoes to flowers of all different colours to brighten up the place.
The local supermarket sold children sizes shovels and gloves, we could grow things as a family, and the kids could help me pull out all the weeds so I thought. They quickly lost interest in gardening as their swings and bikes seemed more fun.
And as for me other things started to get in the way of this grand project.
Based on a true story (haha)
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Photo Prompt thanks to Karuna
Mum had tried to get Gran to start going through her things and get rid of what she no longer needed.
Mum knew that if she didn’t at least make a start her brother and her would be left with the lot to sort when she had gone.
Gran hadn’t been very corporative with the idea of a sort. Then the fire happened and almost everything was lost,
She said that Grandad had asked her to leave the fire on for when he came home from work, but he never came, he never would he had already past on.
Big thanks to Rochelle as always for hosting this weekly event.
I’ve not been around alot recently with so much other stuff going on, Insurance Study, Bank Holidays, Attempting to write my novel, the Manchester stuff. Hopefully I can get back on track now, with this and the upcoming IWSG Blog hop,
I hope everyone is okay 🙂
I woke suddenly as I heard a crash coming from somewhere, I was scared, alone and I couldn’t see anything but darkness. I began to shake as I pulled the covers up toward my chin, frozen with fear was this end had someone let slip where I was? maybe if I stayed very still curled in a ball and held my breath I’d be safe.
As the sun began to rise I started to wonder,
creeping from hiding place,
I felt so stiff from being curled up so tight maybe if I just looked out of the window…
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
I missed last week for various reasons, so I hope this works out okay!
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