First to Fall

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they are the first to fall

they will not be

the last

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I had hoped to post my September Changing Season’s gallery today. Unfortunately I’m not yet done with sorting through the pictures! These shots were taken earlier on in the month so I thought I’d share them and the little poem that I wrote when I took them. There are now many more conkers lying under the horse chestnut trees, but these were the first to fall.

I’ve had little time this week to do anything on the blog, so I’m sorry to everyone who’s visited and commented who I haven’t got back to. I’ll try to get around to everyone over the next week or so.

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TLT: The Flying Banana

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Photo Prompt – © Wolf Shram

Each weekend they’d piled into the backseat, little ones on older siblings laps, ready for an adventure. It had been part of their family: the Flying Banana, the greatest car in the world. Which was why, despite being told it was only good for the scrapheap, the rusting wreck continued to sit in their garage – some day the banana would fly again.


This post is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales.

For anyone who’s curious, the name ‘Flying Banana’ was the nickname my grandad gave his bright yellow car, back when my mum was young. When I was little we had a car we called Brown Cow, which all six of us kids would sit in the back of. It was a bit of a shock to us when the rear seat-belt law was introduced!

CB&W: Two Different Things

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“Silly Little Bear,

what are you doing in there?”

Mummy Bear

smiles at her cheeky boy.

“I’m playing hide and seek

of course.”

Laughing,

Little Bear runs away.

“You’ll never find me,”

he says.

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This post is for Cee’s Black and White Challenge. This week’s theme is two different things or the number two. 

The photos are yet more that I took in Cornwall this summer – this time at Wheal Martyn, an old china clay mine that has now been turned into a museum. The bears were scattered all around the site, providing visiting children with a game of find-the-bear as they explored the different areas.

I couldn’t resist joining in!

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FFfAW: Susceptible

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Photo prompt – Joy Pixley

Susceptible

Willow spotted the pair long before they reached her. The man was perfect, open minded and curious. The woman was more… problematic. She exuded confidence, carrying a fixed world-view that prevented any tampering to her thoughts.

But the man was too good to ignore.

“Come,” she whispered into his mind. “This way.”

He stopped, his vacant gaze turning towards the doorway where Willow glowed enticingly. The woman continued on, unaware of her companion’s distraction.

“Follow me.”

The woman’s frantic voice drifted from below as Willow led him steadily higher, but it was distant, unable to infringe on the enthrallment entwining his thoughts. Soon they’d reach the portal. Soon she’d be able to return home.

“Come closer.” She ignored the approaching footfalls. “Quickly.”

“James!” The woman pounded into sight. Cursing, she dragged him away from the banister onto which he’d climbed. “What the hell are you doing?”

Willow’s hopes disintegrated along with her hold on the man’s mind.

“I… I don’t know,” he said.

The shaken pair retreated. The portal continued to drift in mid-air, demanding blood.

Word Count: 175

To read the other entries, 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 Joy Pixley. Thank you, Joy