Tranquil #WritePhoto

Lily sat down on the grass next to the river bank and began mediating. She was new to  to the activity but had so far found it useful for calming down everything. Normally, Lily would sit on her bedroom floor in the morning and the evening, shut her eyes and try not to think about anything other then her breathing in and out.

Today though, with the weather being so nice and herself feeling restless and depressed, Lily had decided to walk around her local park just for something to do and to get away from the house.

With no real direction, Lily had let herself drift, avoiding the busy playground areas, football field and popular dog exercise spots. That’s how she had ended up in this quiet, hidden area close to the river. It seemed like a good place to take a break.

Lily breathed, trying not to think of anything. All around, nature was singing her song this afternoon for anybody who cared to listen. Lily want with it, letting the sound of the river and birds carry her away.

 

(Inspired by; https://scvincent.com/2019/03/07/thursday-photo-prompt-tranquil-writephoto/ with thanks).

 

 

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Snuggles

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I sat on the sofa with my dog and flicked through the TV, there wan’t much on and I wasn’t in the mood for anything. I found some re-runs of a murder mystery series and with that in the background, I picked up my knitting project which was a toy teddy bear.

Weeks of being on and off ill had meant I hadn’t got around to finishing it but today could be the day.  Settling down, I started knitting, my dog sleeping behind me as she often did on these kind of days.

After a few rows, I pulled more of the wool and noticed it was stuck on something. Turning, I saw that unable to snuggle against me my dog had placed her head on the wool ball as if it was a little cushion.

Feeling mean for waking her up, I slipped the wool ball away from her. She raised her head, seeming confused at being awake.

‘It’s okay, old girl. Come lay on my lap,’ I told her whilst rubbing her head.

She yawned and re-curled against me, going back to sleep once again. I carried on knitting, thinking there was no better therapy then this.

 

(Photo my own. Please don’t use it without permission.)

The Stealer #3LineTales

three line tales, week 162: people browsing a book stall

The weekend market was busy, the stalls weighed down with a range of goods from clothes to bric-bric, household items to a world of foods and people were everywhere, scrambling over the best deals that the sellers were yelling out like singers of heavy metal bands.

Adam, keeping his head down, went to a book stall and began looking through the titles, then with a glance to the occupied seller, he started slipping books into his padded jacket.

Walking away, Adam went start home, where he sat on his broken sofa and began reading one of the books.

 

(Inspired by; https://only100words.xyz/2019/03/07/three-line-tales-week-162/ with thanks).

Wild Cat #FridayFictioneers

I went over to my new scooter but someone was all ready there. Curled in a furry lump was the next door neighbor’s huge black cat.

‘Get off!’ I shouted.

The cat shot up into an arch shape, fur spiking, mouth all hissing and spitting.

I went to pick him up but he clawed and bit me, causing me to back off. Pain hit and blood dripped down my hands.

Swearing, I tried again with the same result.

‘Okay, fine! You’ve won today, cat!’ I snapped and walked off to catch the bus instead.

 

(Inspired by https://rochellewisoff.com/2019/03/06/8-march-2019/ with thanks.)

Jumper #CCC

A Bridge 3 Far cp

Joan walked onto the old railway bridge and climbed up the safety fence with some difficult. She sat, only just balanced, on the top bar and looked down. It seemed a long drop but the bottom was hidden by trees and bushes.

Uncomfortably, she decided whether to jump or not.

She wanted to but would it be effective? She didn’t want to wait dying of injuries.

Actually, here didn’t look good enough.

Wobbling, Joan climbed back and stood on the bridge once more. She took a deep breath. Today wasn’t the day then but sadly, she knew it would come soon enough.

 

(Inspired by; https://crimsonprose.wordpress.com/2019/03/06/crimsons-creative-challenge-17/ thanks).

A Sign #TwitteringTales

Following the directions, Ben arrived outside the building. Taking a deep breath, he hoped this job interview was a success. He knocked on the door and whilst he waited, noticed a sign above. He smiled and agreed with the words.

Yes. This is it, he thought.

 

(Inspired by; https://katmyrman.com/2019/03/05/twittering-tales-126-5-march-2019/ with thanks).

Invitation #WritePhoto

It was a last stab at things. Pulling up outside the gates, I looked at my Sat Nav telling me I had reached my destination. The scene around me looked like something out of The Secret Garden. There were trees and bushes growing wild, moss covering everything, a sense of abandonment and wild beauty.

I got out the car and smelt the air, it was fresh this afternoon and flowers were just being to open. I went to the wooden gate, there were no signs or locks, it opened easily enough. The stone pillars ether side were badly weathered and moss covered, but some of the carved designs could still be seen.

I turned the stone, felt coldness and grit under my fingers. I questioned if I was in the right place. Maybe this was just a decorative gate that led nowhere? Just like the single track lane I was now standing on. I wouldn’t know if I didn’t walk on.

I stepped through the gates and with difficult walk down a half hidden path which was really over grown. Once through, I came out at the bottom of a field? I looked and realised it was actually a huge lawn which rolled down a hill on top of which sat a large looking manor house.

There was no path now, so I trekked up the lawn and arrived breathless and sweating at the side of the house. Catching my breath, I really hoped there was a better way up to this place. Scaling all of that in my wedding dress wasn’t going to be good!

I walked around and came to the front of the house. There were large, flat white steps leading up to a double wooden door in a archway and other side were massive vases of flowers. It was a perfect place for wedding party photos.

The driveway was huge, a half circle with lots of parking and there were a few cars all ready here. There were open iron gates at the end, leading to a wide road which seemed to fade under the trees.

I heard the door opening behind me and I turned feeling guilty and nervous as if I had been caught doing something. I tried to stay calm as a woman in her mid-to late forties, wearing a very fitted business suit and greying hair tight in a bun, came out of the house.

‘Miss Sadie Laker?’ she asked.

I nodded.

‘Mrs Rose Crompton,’ she announced and came down the steps to meet me.

We shook hands and I felt more at ease. We had spoken on the phone yesterday, Rose was the manager of the house and a descendent of the current owners who’s family had lived here for three hundred odd years.

‘Did you find the place okay?’ Rose asked.

‘Yes. It looks so perfect,’ I spoke, ‘thank you for this. You’ve saved my wedding day.’

‘It’s all fine,’ Rose said, waving my words away like dust, ‘it was lucky we had a cancellation! Unlike you though and your venue being double booked, the couple decided not to go through with things.’

‘Shame.’

There was a pause and I knew she was staying at me but I didn’t know what else to say.

‘Where is your car?’ Rose asked me, ‘you didn’t walk all the way up here from the road did you?’

‘Erm, no. I think I missed the turning and came through a side entrance,’ I explained.

‘Ah. I think there’s something in your hair….’

I touched my hair, embarrassment flaring and pulled out a few leaves.

Rose smiled and turned back to the house.

I crumpled the leaves, let them fall and joined her going up the steps.

The rooms for the wedding where lovely, actually lots better then the venue I had chosen originally. By the time I left, I know my dream wedding was going to happen two weeks today. Trekking back to my car, there was only one thing left to do now; resend the wedding invitations with the new venue address on them.

 

(Inspired by; https://scvincent.com/2019/02/28/thursday-photo-prompt-invitation-writephoto/ with thanks).

Tried

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The doctor said it was just tiredness and I needed some extra rest. Landing on top of my bed, I buried my head in a pillow and just thought about everything. It was an easy thing to say; get some more sleep but it was hard to actually do.

All my thoughts kept me awake and nothing seemed to dull their voices. It was like being at a loud party and not being able to hear anything. I just wanted it all to be quiet and to be left in peace, if only it was that easy.

 

Bed Days #TwitteringTales

Sundays was made for spending in bed undisturbed watching classic TV shows, reading huge books and relaxing away.

 

(Inspired by; https://katmyrman.com/2019/02/26/twittering-tales-125-26-february-2019/ with thanks).

Post It Note Short

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Jelly didn’t set. Don’t know why. Baby upset, gone shops to buy ready made. Why am I a bad cook?