Was it a case of possession, perhaps? Like Arvina’s unquiet spirit was trying to live again through Arwen?
18 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Spirit
Excerpt from my work-in-progress…
Was it a case of possession, perhaps? Like Arvina’s unquiet spirit was trying to live again through Arwen?
18 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Spirit
Excerpt from my work-in-progress…
It was their meeting place. Or was until the day they found the body. Female. Blonde. Bleached, with dark roots at least two inches long. A nurse. Or maybe a care assistant, or a cleaner.
They were too busy discussing the uniform, they didn’t notice the missing feet… at first. Then Janie fainted, Sandy turned decidedly white, and Maurice vomited his recently pigged-down burger.
They never met by that bridge again.
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.
Here’s wishing you inspirational explosions. And FUN
Interesting features from out walk on 17th February 2024. Enjoy…
Found growing on a churchyard wall, it looks to me like Yellow Corydalis, but it’s flowering far too early!
Just had to take this shot. The sun was out, the sky was blue, and the river flowing full and fast…
A little out of focus, but the contrast here with the railings and the wild clematis is irresistible…
And while we’re looking at the wild clematis, aka Old Man’s Beard…
Scarlet Elf Cup. No, I’m not wading in to get a close-up. I’ll zoom it…
Turns out, with all the rain we’ve had, the fungi are putting on a show…
And lichen and moss, of course…
And finally (for this week)…
Hope you enjoyed. More next week!
Meanwhile, Gemini with Aries Rising. That suggests someone who likes to talk about themselves. If you ask my daughters, you’ll find that’s me to a T.
Apart from that, it also suggests someone who might have trouble with hands, arms, and maybe her head. Yep, that’s me too. And that’s what this post is about.
Twenty-plus years ago I was diagnosed with osteoarthritis of the neck vertebrae. I’ve kept that under control all these years. But this past year, possibly because of problems with my eyes (now resolved) I’ve been rather clumsy on my feet. I’ve taken some tumbles. The worst was in September when, in my eagerness to get a photo (see below) I tripped up a step and my head collided with a concrete wall. Result, mild concussion. And a massive jolt to the neck-vertebrae.
Coming on six months later I have lots of pain in my arm caused by compression of the nerves leaving the spinal cord in the neck. Writing has become difficult, especially writing lots.
And so, I have shelved the intended next novel. For now.
But I can’t not write. Pull out my hair in frustration. Jump up and down in frustration.
Solution?
Editing requires less hand-work than full-on writing, and there’s a story I wrote back in 2016 and subsequently posted in serialised form on this blog. Might I be able to revive it?
I looked. I read. I decided to go for it.
But I can only work in short bursts, same as I’m having to restrict my time in writing comments. My enormous apologies if it looks like I’m ignoring you. I am not. I’m reading, but maybe I’m not always commenting.
And that’s my update cos I really can’t type anymore. The arm will improve, just needs some physio. Please bear with me.
17th February 2024. Was it to rain? Or not? Forecasts were undecided. Regardless, we hopped on the bus to Norwich. We’re walking the first part of Marriott’s Way. Please join us…
Marriott’s Way begins in Norwich, at St Crispin’s Bridge. And here we’re greeted with catkins and blossoms. The day looks promising.
A detour off the Way takes us through a small wet woodland. Lovely and muddy!
But we have swans and geese for company…
Back onto the Way and the first of the bridges over the river Wensum. This is the newest…
Here there is a park where we encounter a ‘Park Run’ and daffodils…
The next bridge…
We’re passing through the outskirts of the city, witness the industrial background…
And the next bridge…
While to our right is an industrialised area, to our left are flood meadows, now become a nature reserve…
Bridge over the river Wensum allows a fair shot at the flooding. There should be a river bank here, deep in nettles and reeds!
More bridges…
This bridge marks the boundary between city and county and is a good place to stop. More photos next week from this walk. See you then…
I claim this for Heads Up, my second title of #2024picofthemonth, as set at Of Maria Antonia
Guillan pulls in his fleshy lips and chews them, his leather-gloved hand up to cover it. Did he intend the impression of thinking? Aye, Arvina knows what he’s thinking. He’s wondering what to do with this parcel of worms. He’s more than a little afraid of her and her mother.
“The stolen nun’s daughter,” he says with exaggerated disgust.
Arvina says nothing, waiting for him to declare his intent. He’s not come this distance simply to pass the time of day. There’s been no introductions, no polite ‘you’re welcome to stay’.
91 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Intent
Larry was a master tiler. Never a more talented man. But he never could play it straight. Always punching for the joke, that was Larry.
He left instructions for when he died, that he wanted to be buried behind this wall. Though his fellow tilers and his family didn’t understand why, yet they adhered to his wishes and buried him there, six foot under.
Understanding came on the year-anniversary of his death, when the first tile appeared. And year after year, another appeared. Such a cheery wall to commemorate Larry the Master Tiler.
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.
Here’s wishing you inspirational explosions. And FUN