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Incy Wincy Spider …

Kate Frances December 10, 2017

FLASH FICTION 300 words

Something about the air had changed. Not so much the temperature; more the movement around her bare legs. Instinctively she curled up to protect herself from the gust which blew dust up from the ground. She couldn’t blink so instead turned to face the other way, the dark place she called home.

She continued to spin, her limbs automatically achieving what was needed and what they had been so well design to do. The silk was taught immediately and pristine white. Light reflected from the fibres, visible only to her. She spun again and continued to do so until a very loud bang followed by an incredible vibration. She balanced herself and paused in her spinning while she assessed the movement.

After a while, she decided it was time to check the fly which she’d been preparing for some days now in the far away place. She had to make her way gingerly across the exposed space, into the light and under and through some obstacles in order to reach the store. She was used to the route though and tended to scuttle her way across in seconds.

As she was nearing her destination and her senses were heightened with the excitement of a feast, the rumbling and vibration stopped. She paused, as her instinct had always suggested she do as a reaction to any time of change in the environment. Only long enough to assess. Another bang a slight, hardly noticeable, rise in the floor level. Move!

From her hiding place, she skulked backwards as more light suddenly filled the whole of the ground across which she’d just come. A shadow, which moved and a an odd sound, before the lighting was restored to normal, but again the bang! Did these monsters ever think of moving around quietly?

#flashfiction #amwriting

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Once your baby girl; always your baby girl!

Kate Frances December 8, 2017

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/varnish/”>Varnish</a&gt;

Daily word prompt … WordPress challenge – Varnish

My daughter is 19. She lives and works full time in London, about which we are very proud, and a real plus is that I get to visit my favourite city more regularly than before she moved there!

We usually meet for dinner twice a month, and there’s usually a spot of shopping to be done. Luckily I always arrive with a purse which is rather handy from the point of view of her budget meeting the needs of the week.

Today it was passport renewal time and what a delight to book a same-day application/collection in Victoria, London rather than haul the car up to Peterborough.

After the application was dropped in at the alloted time, we had four hours to kill before her pass to other countries of the world over the next ten years would be ready for collection.

Lunch in Joe & The Juice, Westminster was a perfect mix of healthy smoothies, toasted ciabattas, pretty lighting and background music. Unrushed, we savoured our surroundings before meandering in and out of nearby shops all ready for Christmas.

One must never neglect oneself whilst shopping for others I feel … and this bath oil in ‘Pomegranate Noir’ is purely pour moi!

Nail varnish is one area where my daughter wins hands down – hers is always immaculate; mine usually a little worse for wear!!

  • Flash Fiction

Life slows down in the Highlands of Scotland

Kate Frances December 7, 2017

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/gorge/”>Gorge</a&gt;

Two weeks ago, we drove the eight and a half hours from East Anglia to the Cairngorm mountains, a beautiful town called Grantown our final destination.

Grantown-on-Spey, as its name suggests, is built on the banks of the River Spey, an often fast-moving copper coloured river. Vast sums of money exchange hands each year for quality salmon fishing and purpose built huts along the river provide heat and luxury seating for the wives, girlfriends or partners of the serious fisherman who will patiently wait for hours for a bite!

Photo credit – my own!

Further upstream, the water comes rushing down through a series of gorges between the rocky areas of the lower sections of mountains, providing a haven for wildlife.

The sound of the rushing water mesmorised me until family members reminded me to continue the walk!

A true destination to contrast the buzz of London and the flats of East Anglian farmland, Scotland is truly worth a visit.

#fishing

#scotland

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