image by Mufid Majnun on pixabay
Zikes! Affley dropped amid a flutter of leaves and landed hard with a jolt.
Yikes! She ducked and dodged the cascading water.
She danced. That water was scalding hot.
Swirled around, knocked and scraped against the tannin-stained walls, she’d had enough.
Ne-erh! Affley jumped out of mother’s teapot.
48 words, written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt
From Google Maps
Little Mimi sits on the bank, sucking her thumb and looking glum.
“Little One,” says the monk who sits beside her, “have you lost your coin?”
She shakes her head. “No. I’m praying.”
The monk looks behind him at the temples there, and back at the girl beside Mekong River. ‘To whom do you pray?”
“To the seven-headed naga.”
“Oh?” The monk thought he understood her reason. “You want for someone to take you across the river? Then your prayer is answered; I’ll readily do so.”
But the girl shook her head. “I want the seven-headed naga to take me to naga-loka.”
“You wish to die?” The monk was amazed.
“No,” said the girl. “I wish to see all the gems and gold and other treasures there.” And she sighed.
130 words, written for What Pegman Saw: Vientiane Laos
It is said that a seven-headed naga told the prince Thattaradtha to build a new city on the banks of the Mekong. That city was, eventually, to become the modern Vientiane.
Nagas are found throughout Hindu and Buddhist mythology; semi-divines, or a race of half-human half-serpent beings, they reside in naga-loka, an underground realm filled with gold and gems and all precious things.
The totally bizarre effect of sunshine after the rain on a mudflat, the tide rapidly ebbing.
Breydon Water: 28 August 2019
The interesting thing is how much the mud is greening this year, something I didn’t notice at the time of taking the photo. I can find two possible reasons for that. 1: the combination of sea and river waters that twice daily cover these flat no longer rise so high. 2: the water-carried silts that form these flats have accumulated to such a degree the daily tides no long abrade them.
BTW, if you wonder where the birds, they upped at my approach, and settled on several nice places behind me.
BTW#2: I haven’t messed with this photo, I do swear it (I wouldn’t know how)
Time was, the wheatear was commonly seen, at the least around the rural villages. But I hadn’t seen one for… a very long while. So I was somewhat surprised to see this one, perched on Breydon wall, a spit’s distance from the town.
Wheatear: 28 August 2019
My walks have been well-timed this summer. Until this week. This week the heavens opened.
Great Yarmouth in the rain: 28 August 2019
At the confluence of the Bure and Yare, the rain was yet to fall. But I reckon it’s enough to claim the title Rainy Day
For details of #2019picoftheweek challenge see MariaAntonia
NOTE. NOTE. NOTE. NOTE.
As of yesterday, crimsonprose has a new name. Mine. AND a domain. Yep, after seven years of hiding behind the blog’s name, I’ve arrived. crispinakemp.com
But other than that, nothing changes. All links remain. Your comments will reach me just the same, whichever name you chose to use.
Reasons for this amazing [😊] change?
Crimson has been purloined. Used as a dot.com with capitalised C & P by someone who specialises in “Adult erotic literature”. I do assure you, that isn’t me. So, thought it time to change.
I am perplexed, and truly would welcome any suggestions of how this could happen:
Mutford church, Suffolk: 19 August 2019
Facing the west window, my back to the east, yet I’ve captured that east window as a kind of superimposed image. There was nothing reflective between my camera and the rest of the church. Though, as you can see, there were windows to my right.
This is just so weird. Any physicists, lighting engineers or photographers out there who can answer me how?
image by Rafael Juarez on pixabay
BTW I shall be off-line for a while today while my laptop visits the doctor.
I hope to be back on by the evening. But here’s advance warning in case…
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #42
Six: Five and Six reporting back, Captain. Mission complete.
Captain: Off you go then, Seven and Eight. You know what to do: Lay them straight.
Two (not long back from buckling shoes): Captain, sire, why must we do this every day?
Captain: Because, Elven-lad, it’s our everyday duty; they’re counting on us.
52 words written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #42
CCC#42
Welcome to my weekly challenge—open to all—just for FUN, FUN, FUN
Here’s how it works:
Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one above.)
You respond with something CREATIVE
Here are some suggestions:
You have plenty of scope and only two criteria:
If you post a link in the comments section of this post I’ll be able to find it
If you include Crimson’s Creative Challenge as a heading, WP Search will find it (theory)
by ‘Searching’ in the WP Reader (fingers crossed)
Here’s wishing you inspirational explosions. And FUN.
