Empty Chairs

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Wordless Wednesday: Empty Chairs

A Family Gathering

Family Group

laughter

and camaraderie

found throughout the ages

amidst the love of

family

Family 2

Those of you who’ve followed my blog for a while may remember that I used to regularly join in with the One-Four challenge, editing a picture in four different ways over a month. Unfortunately, the challenge changed from being monthly to being quarterly, and the month when it was running always seemed to clash with NaNoWriMo, when I was off the blog, writing.

Family Vintage

This picture – taken at Lincoln Castle this summer, during the joust – just screamed out for multiple edits. As I’m sure you can imagine, I had great fun playing around with it.

Family Group Painting Framed

I’d love to know if you have a favourite version.

FFfAW: The Touch of his Hand

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The Touch of his Hand

“Are you coming, my dear?”

Millie looked up at the sound of his voice. Tommy stood in the doorway, his hand outstretched, waiting for hers to join it.

She still remembered the first time their hands had touched, all those years ago. She’d shyly slid her fingers into his as they’d walked into the picture house – barely believing the handsome boy had chosen her. He’d squeezed her hand and given a flirtatious wink, setting her heart aflutter. That had been their first date. Many more had soon followed.

The touch of his hand had swiftly become the most important thing in her life: his caress set her senses alight; his support carried her through the hardest days. When his long fingers had slid the ring, the symbol of their devotion, onto her own, she’d known she was complete.

His death had left her adrift.

She’d simply marked time the since his passing, knowing she’d see him again soon.

“Of course,” she said, rising to her feet. Without any hesitation, she slid her fingers into his.

Word count: 175

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This post is for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge. This week’s prompt was provided by Artycaptures.

In remembrance of my grandparents, Millie and Tommy – gone but never forgotten.

Travelling in Circles

Path 3

each step draws

you around

and around again

in never-ending circles

*

we’ve been here before

walked these paths

 trodden this ground

*

open your mind

open your heart

open your soul

*

and see

how each turn takes you

deeper

*

into your mind

into your heart

into your soul

*

glimpse eternity’s quietude

in the sunlight

playing upon the stones

*

follow the path with

gracious steps

for you walk not in circles

but a meditative spiral

Path Under Tree

These photos, along with last week’s Wordless Wednesday picture, were taken at a local Japanese Meditation Garden that I visited with my mum (Millie Thom) a few weeks ago. If you’d like to know more about the garden then you can check out my mum’s post about it here. It was a beautiful place.

FFfAW: A Mother’s Grief

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Photo prompt © Jade M. Wong

A Mother’s Grief

“We didn’t do anything to it, Ma,” Aeliene said, a waiver in her voice that broke Shylie’s heart all over again. “We were just playing. It came out of nowhere and attacked us. Baen tried to stop it, but, he… he fell… and… and…”

Shylie gathered her daughter close.

Grief encased her as she beheld the body of her butchered son, leaving her as fragile as eggshells. The slightest movement could cause her to shatter, spilling her emotions out for everyone to see. But beneath the sorrow, anger began to burn.

“Are we going to continue like this?” she demanded, turning to the rest of the tribe, gathered nearby in silent respect. “How many more children must we lose before we do something about these monsters?”

They might be pacifists by nature, but fire smouldered within each and every one of them. Her people spread their wings and gave a mighty roar.

Those puny humans wouldn’t stand a chance. Not now.

For the dragons were going to war.

Word count: 173

To read the other entries, or to  submit your own, click the little blue frog.

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This post is for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge. This week’s prompt was provided by Jade M. Wong. Thank you, Jade!