Geoffrey

Geoffrey 2

long fur tangles

beneath fingertips as a

warm weight sprawls

hedonistically over

your legs whilst a deep

purr reverberates and

guileless eyes

stare deep into your soul

binding you tight


Meet Geoffrey.

Technically, he’s my sister’s cat, but as my sister and I now live together, I suppose he’s my cat now, too. He definitely likes to spend his time on my lap whenever possible. The photo of him was taken a few days ago, out in our new garden. I was trying to take photographs around the place, and he was determined to get my attention. He even climbed onto my back and sat with his paws on my head when I crouched down to photograph some flowers!

The poem I actually wrote quite a while ago, back when I was staying through at my sister’s old place. It’s one of what I refer to as my ‘text messages to myself’ – if I’m without a notepad and need to get some words out of my head, I tap them into a text message that I then send to myself. I didn’t realise just how many odd little things I had on there! Anyway, I thought this one would be a perfect accompaniment to the picture.

I hope you like it.

FFfAW: Winter’s Child

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Photo prompt © Ioniangraphics

Winter’s Child

He had to wait for winter to arrive. Or so they told him. The summer, they said, belonged to others. He had to wait for the air to turn chilly and the wind biting; for the frost to form on the trees. Only then would it be his time.

But the summer seemed without end.

He willed the leaves to begin their change – the shift to golden browns would herald the approach of colder days. But disappointment dogged him. No matter how he hoped and wished and prayed, how he yearned for the seasons to shift, the green of summer remained dominant.

All the while, children laughed and played in bright sunshine, while he looked on.

He had to wait for the days when children wore warm coats to play outside, bundled up in hats, scarves and gloves. And when maybe, just maybe, the snow would fall and they’d build snowmen in the park.

First, though, the long summer had to end.

Charlie scowled. It wasn’t fair.

He wanted it to be his birthday now!

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 Ioniangraphics. Thank you for the prompt!

I hadn’t intended to post anything this week – mainly because I haven’t managed to respond to any of the comments on my last post yet (sorry) – but the words came into my head last night and wouldn’t leave me alone until I’d written them down. It seemed a shame not to share it.

I hope you like it. And I’ll try to respond to some comments and visit a few blogs this evening!

FFfAW: Greeting the Four

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Photo prompt © Yarnspinner

Greeting the Four

The seats had been placed with utmost precision: north, south, east and west, each one carefully aligned. Veraen nodded in satisfaction.

“Anything else, Sir?” his assistant – Jaeden? Jened? – said, and he gestured in dismissal, shooing the man out of the sacred space. He’d spent too long in preparation to let the bumbling fool ruin things for him.

He alone would greet the Four.

Veraen recited the invocation with practiced ease, excitement growing as power gathered. Figures began to coalesce, unbounded energy taking humanoid form. He fell to his knees as four sets of eyes turned upon him. Four voices spoke in unison.

“How dare you?”

What? No! That wasn’t right! He tried to speak, but no words emerged. He tried to move, but his limbs were weighted, immovable.

“Greetings, Great Ones,” his assistant – Joren, he now recalled – said. “May I approach?”

As Joren strode past he dropped a page before Veraen’s frozen form. Instructions to avoid insulting the Four filled the sheet. The torn edge and Joren’s smirk told him exactly why he’d never seen the page before…

Word count: 175

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 Yarnspinner. Thank you, Yarnspinner!

It seems like forever since I last wrote a piece of flash fiction – though its actually only a little over a month. That month, however, has been insanely busy. I’m now living in a house in Lincoln (UK) with my sister and my teenage nephew, rather than in the village with my parents. Luckily, for a countryside loving girl like me, we’re right on the edge of a green stretch, with fields and woods only a few minutes walk away, so it doesn’t really feel like I’m in the middle if a city. I’ll try to share some pictures soon!

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the story. Hopefully it doesn’t feel too rushed – it was originally over 300 words long, so a lot had to be cut out of it! I’d love to know what you think.

FFfAW: The Lady’s Advice

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The Lady’s Advice

“You need to hold your head up high, child,” the lady said, lifting Gilli’s chin with elegant fingers. “Keep your spine straight and your shoulders back.”

“I can do that.”

“Act as if nothing anyone says or does bothers you. Confidence is essential. You must remain cool, calm and collected at all times.”

Gilli nodded, repeating the words like a mantra. “Cool, calm and collected.”

A kind smile softened the lady’s face. “Just remember, the Choosing is never wrong, and you’ll be just fine, my dear.”

***

“Cool, calm and collected,” Gilli breathed aloud as she roused herself from trance, the lady’s words continuing to echo in her ears.

On the wall before her, the painting – the only decoration in an otherwise stark room – glowed with an ethereal light, the spirit bound within canvas and paint making her presence clear.

Gilli rose to her feet, wrapping a sense of self-confidence around herself like the royal cloak she would soon don. After all, the lady was correct: she had been Chosen, and the Choosing was never wrong.

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 me.

The picture is a photograph of some of the waxwork figures in Warwick Castle. These depict a dinner party from 1898 that was hosted by Daisy, the Countess of Warwick, and that was attended by the Prince of Wales (later Edward VII) and a young Winston Churchill.

I’m incredibly behind at the moment in both visiting blogs and responding to comments left on my own posts, so I’d like to apologise to everyone who has paid my blog a visit recently. Unfortunately, this is unlikely to improve any time soon. This is because I’m about to move house. My sister and I have been talking about getting a place together for a while now, and we’re finally actually doing so. We get the keys on Wednesday, after which we’ll have a lot of decorating and moving in to do…

Dark Clouds

Dark Clouds Gather

dark clouds gather,

brooding promise of stormy days

ahead

*

fear tangles clutching tendrils

in your chest

*

breathe

*

just breathe

 *

look for the

bright horizon, for the glimpse

 of sun

through clouds

*

remember

the light will continue to shine,

even when hidden from

 view

FFfAW: Victim?

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Photo Prompt Sunayama MoiPensieve

Victim?

she felt sick

seeing him there

performing his songs

as if he didn’t have a care in the world

after everything he’d put her through

everything he’d done

to her

and to those she loved

seeing him so blithely carefree

set her guts to roiling

*

she carried the knife in her bag

for protection

she didn’t feel safe any more

not since that night

that dreadful night

when he’d trampled over her life

that hellish night when

all her personal liberties had been

infringed

and all her illusions destroyed

*

she didn’t remember

afterwards

taking hold of the knife

as she approached the figure who

haunted her nightmares

but she would always remember the

feel of the blade sinking deep into flesh

and the rush of satisfaction as

the spark of life

faded from his shocked gaze

Word Count: 136

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This post is for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge. This week’s photo prompt was provided by Sunayama MoiPensieve. Thank you, Sunayama!

I’ve actually had this little piece written for a few days. I just wasn’t sure for a while whether to post it as it is or to turn it into prose. I eventually decided, after asking my Mum (Millie Thom) for advice, that I’d leave it in the form it initially came to me in. I hope you liked it.

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