Finally via Daily Prompt: Finally For months now he had wanted to hold her, bury his nose in her silky hair, whisper nothings to her delicate neck, but not like this. John's fingers moved dust-covered hair from her face, her eyelashes meeting over closed eyes, her body limp in his arms. The rumbling of the… Continue reading Dust and tears … Radhanagari Damsel: part 4 (#wordprompt)
#cherylelaine #bookreview I am beyond excited. Cheryl Elaine has sent me a signed copy of her debut novel which I read six weeks ago and was blown away by it. While I don't generally do book reviews, as I'd rather leave those to the experts who know what they are doing, occasionally I read a… Continue reading No Ordinary Girl
via Daily Prompt: Almost I almost didn't post anything in response to today's prompt, then after messing around with messenger photos, I changed my mind and decided to say a big 2017 thank you to my new blogging friends who have followed me and even liked some of my random posts. I hope very much… Continue reading Fur hats..
So I'm driving around the country lanes, delivering my finished works of arts to my grateful clients. Carefully avoiding errant rabbits, spooked pheasants, loose dogs and people on bicycles (many lycra-clad middle aged men I notice. Perhaps they’ve decided they can pedal away the Christmas calories before Angela in account notices next week). I'm 48… Continue reading Bloody techonology!!!
via Daily Prompt: Extravagant The night porter nodded his recognition as they passed in the foyer, the sweat starting to run down between John's shoulder blades. His watch flashed *16 minutes* which for 4K was average, maybe a little better than average, but the competitive spirit within meant John always yearned to improve, even… Continue reading Radhanagari Damsel: Part 3
(A little late to the party, but I would like to share a flash fiction piece linking to the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Addicted to Purple .. together with the fascinating photo by Ted Strutz) Rochelle New rainfall had washed our efforts away. A miserable, ineffective mound of earth sat at the entrance, sliding dangerously into our… Continue reading WORK, NEVER REST OR PLAY (#fridayfictioners)
So when my daughter rang this morning, after leaving to drive to the hair salon for a pre-booked cut, little did I expect to receive a call from her fifteen minutes later, and through the tears, make out; "Mummy.... I've had an accident..... The car is on its roof." Never have you seen my departure… Continue reading Seatbelt safety. Cozy
John carried his papers and double espresso into the meeting room, arriving ten minutes earlier than Aditya whom was a stickler for timekeeping. The takeaway cup was just the correct size and the hotel caterers knew just which arabica beans John enjoyed most. These details made him happy and he felt positive as he… Continue reading Arabica beans and eye contact #Radhanagari Damsel: Part 2
Proclivity A wall of hot air waited stealthily on the other side of the sliding doors. John knew the arrivals hall at Chhatrapati Shivaji was the last air conditioning he would enjoy until he reached his hotel, where cool air was not guaranteed in any event. Generators were temperamental in Kankavli. He stood, allowing the… Continue reading Potholes and Proclivity (#wordprompt) Radhanagari Damsel; Part 1
“I want doesn’t get”. Small children have been informed of this, as I was, forever. Good manners being the aim of the instruction delivered by well-meaning adults. “I would like is what you should say, Ellie.” Ellie would nod, look off into the distance, and then return her focus to her mother’s face. “Mummy?” her… Continue reading “I want doesn’t get” (except I really do want it) #counselling #selfhelp