Wet and Aggressive Corella challenges Magpie

Wet and Aggressive Corella challenges Magpie

Wednesday 29 April 2020

Words for Wednesday





This meme was started by Delores a long time ago.  Words for Wednesday are now provided by a number of people and has become a moveable feast.


Essentially the aim is to encourage us to write.  Each week we are given a choice of prompts,which can be words, phrases, music or an image.  What we do with them is up to us:  a short story, prose, a song, a poem or treating them with ignore.  We can use some or all of the prompts.

Some of us put our creations on the post and others post on their own blog.  I would really like as many people as possible to join the meme, which includes cheering on other participants (definitely the more the merrier). If you are posting on your own blog, please let me know so that I, and the other participants, can come along and applaud.

The prompts are here this month.

This week's prompts are:


  1. False
  2. Moon
  3. Whispers
  4. Broken
  5. Lies
  6. Tree

And/or


  1. Body
  2. Night
  3. Black
  4. Cry
  5. Water
  6. Action
Huge thanks to everyone who has joined in the fun this month.  This meme depends on you and I have been so very grateful.
Next month Lee will be hosting and I hope you will all visit her and continue to join in.  Lee is also Australian so her posts will go up on our Wednesday - which is still Tuesday for many of you.

Sunday 26 April 2020

Sunday Selections #478




Sunday Selections was originally brought to us by Kim, of Frogpondsrock, as an ongoing meme where participants could post previously unused photos languishing in their files.

Huge thanks to Cie who gave me this wonderful Sunday Selections image.
  
The meme was then continued by River at Drifting through life.  Sadly she has now stepped aside (though she will join us some weeks), and I have accepted the mantle.
 
The rules are so simple as to be almost non-existent.  Post some photos under the title Sunday Selections and link back to me. Clicking on any of the photos will make them embiggen. 
 
I usually run with a theme.  I am going to start with a continuation of last week's Teddy Bear Trail.




The house that had this bear beside their letter box also had a map of Australia - created with petals and blooms from their garden.



We might not have teddy bears in the windows at home - but we do have quite a lot of things which hang in or near our windows.  Here are some of them.












As a confirmed introvert whose interestsobsessions can often be done perfectly well without other people I have suffered less than many during the lockdown.  However one of my passions is my volunteer work on the crisis line.  My age and chronic illness meant that I was stood down.  I was bereft.

Last week my local centre came up with a solution.  They have set aside a small room for us.  One at a time we can come in and do a shift on the phones.  The room is scrupulously cleaned before and after each shift and is well away from the other volunteers.  It was hard work, it was busy, it was heartbreaking.  And I was so very happy to be back.  And the other positive was that I could drop off food (at arms length) at the nearby homeless centre to be included in their weekend packs.

And, as an additional bonus, there were splashes of colour and whimsy on my way through the largely empty city centre.



This autumnal display caught my eye immediately.

I loved the dog doorhandle - which is on a shop which is closed for business at the moment.

I hope that all of you find beauty and joy.  Stay safe, stay well.

Wednesday 22 April 2020

Words For Wednesday





This meme was started by Delores a long time ago.  Words for Wednesday are now provided by a number of people and has become a moveable feast.


Essentially the aim is to encourage us to write.  Each week we are given a choice of prompts,which can be words, phrases, music or an image.  What we do with them is up to us:  a short story, prose, a song, a poem or treating them with ignore.  We can use some or all of the prompts.

Some of us put our creations on the post and others post on their own blog.  I would really like as many people as possible to join the meme, which includes cheering on other participants (definitely the more the merrier). If you are posting on your own blog, please let me know so that I, and the other participants, can come along and applaud.

The prompts are here this month.

This week's prompts are:


  1. Justice,
  2. Mark,
  3. Game,
  4. Sleeping,
  5. Rivers,
  6. Human.

And/or



Have fun.

Sunday 19 April 2020

Sunday Selections #477




Sunday Selections was originally brought to us by Kim, of Frogpondsrock, as an ongoing meme where participants could post previously unused photos languishing in their files.

Huge thanks to Cie who gave me this wonderful Sunday Selections image.
  
The meme was then continued by River at Drifting through life.  Sadly she has now stepped aside (though she will join us some weeks), and I have accepted the mantle.
 
The rules are so simple as to be almost non-existent.  Post some photos under the title Sunday Selections and link back to me. Clicking on any of the photos will make them embiggen. 
 
I usually run with a theme. This week, like most of the world, I am still at home. I can get into the garden, and I can go for walks in the neighbourhood.  And I do.


I first heard of the 'Teddy bear Hunt' on line.  People are encouraged to put bears in their windows to brighten the days of children who are limited by the lockdown protocols.   My inner child is alive and well so I had to hunt in my own street.





 There is limited pickings in my street - and most of the 'bears' seem to be dogs.  So I wondered what I could put up.
My bears have left the building leaving me only 'pink puppy' who is small and can no longer stand up.



Why 'pink' puppy I hear you ask?  I chose pink puppy myself, before I was two.  My parents lined up a selection of stuffed toys and let me take my pick.  I chose pink puppy - who wasn't either of my parents first choice.  They shuffled the toys and let me choose again.  And repeated the process.  When I still chose pink puppy he came home with us.  And went everywhere with me for a number of years.  Everywhere included a hospital trip.  When I was vilely sick on him (coming round from an anaesthetic) the nurses sterilised him and his colour faded.  He was still much loved and has lived in every house I have.

Teddy bear pickings are fairly limited in my street so far, so I will continue the hunt.

And of course I have been revelling in the sky.  In all her moods.











The garden has claimed a lot of my time too (and will get even more this week since as I was preparing this post 500 mixed daffodil and jonquil bulbs were delivered).






As you can see from the last photograph, autumn is here.  In the next little while I will wander around and take photos of the aboreal fireworks on display.

Stay safe, stay well.

Thursday 16 April 2020

WEP/ISWG April 2020 Challenge -Antique Vase


The WEP/IWSG Challenge is back.  Huge thanks to the organisers and participants.  A visit HERE will give access to a range of talented (so very talented) and different takes on the theme.  I do hope you will visit others and applaud them.  Names will be added over the next couple of days and a revisit is always worthwhile.

It is early days yet, but I have already found stories to delight me, been amazed by one prompt (with a myriad of rabbit holes for me to dive down), have wept at one and laughed (definitely out loud) at another.  There is sooo much talent in this group, and the range of stories is incredible.

As is always the case I struggled with this prompt.   I am wobbling on a personal soap box here.  Covid 19 has effortlessly crossed borders: geographical borders, borders of religion, gender, age, affluence...  However, as is so often the case, the vulnerable in the community are hit hardest.  And in many cases, their supports have been removed. Which makes my heart ache.

One group who have been further endangered by the virus is those at risk of family violence.  Shelters have closed, funding has been diverted, and families have been locked down together.

At the best of times the phrase 'He/she snapped' used as an excuse/explanation/justification for violence fills me with rage.  And this is not the best of times.

 *** 


snap:

verb

past tense: snapped; past participle: snapped

break suddenly and completely, typically with a sharp cracking sound.





PETER fumed.  In the weeks after Sara left the flames of his initial rage had been replaced with a slow cold burn for vengeance.

How dare she!  How very dare she!  Throwing it all away.  Their lawyers had agreed that Sara would have safe passage and could come to the house in his absence (HIS HOME) one last time to pick up her clothing, some essential papers and precious mementos.  That ugly antique vase that she treasured was specifically included.  Treasured more than their marriage!!!! 

They might have agreed.  He had not.  Today was the day.


He left the house at the usual hour, dressed in his work clothes in case anyone was watching, parked the car out of sight several blocks away, doubled back, let himself quietly in the back door and continued his preparations.

As instructed what right did they have to instruct him!  the clothing she had left behind, her jewellery, her passport, her tax papers, photos of her family and her laptop were in the kitchen.  In a neat pile.  She might not recognise them in their current form but they were all there.  Shattered, torn, drenched in piss and petrol but there.

The vase her grandmother left her was there too.  He had spent hours and hours sharpening the largest shard to a razor edge.  Shard in hand he went to the darkened front room and waited.

And waited some more.  She was never on time, something he had often been forced to speak to her about.

At last.

Her car pulled into the driveway, the door slammed, and he heard her key in the lock.

As she headed down the hall to the kitchen he heard her say 'I am fine.  His car wasn't here, the house is dark.  I will be in and out of here in less than half an hour.  Love you' .  He smiled and quietly padded down the hall after her.

She turned the light on in the kitchen, gasped and started to sob.  She sobbed and he laughed as he pulled her into a tight embrace.   'You should have realised just how good your life with me was' he snarled as he sliced that razor sharp precious memento across her throat.  A plume of blood arched across the kitchen and he let her drop onto the pile of things she valued.   The gush of blood slowed to a trickle.  Still laughing he emptied the rest of the can of petrol over her body and stood beside her unlit pyre... 

And in his defence the court was told that the stress of his marriage break down made him snap...



OR


SARA didn't trust him.  She knew that he wouldn't give up so easily.  She was a possession in his eyes, a possession who had no right to seek her freedom.  Oh yes, the lawyers had said that she had safe passage for this one day (so long as she came alone), but it didn't hurt to check.

She got up early.  Very early.  Binoculars trained on the front door she watched the lights go on in the house.  First the bedroom then the bathroom and finally the kitchen.  She watched the lights go out again, and saw him emerge and carefully lock the door behind him.  He looked unchanged, and the direction his car headed was the same as always.  She watched.  She waited.  There was no sign of him and the house was still and dark.

Nearly two hours later the house was still quiet.  She got in her car and drove to the house for the last time.  Her phone rang as she parked.  'Yes mum I am fine.  His car wasn't here, the house is dark.  I will be in and out of here in less than half an hour.  Love you' .

She headed to the kitchen, turned the light on, gasped and started to sob.  She really shouldn't have expected anything else.  Furious and heartbroken she cradled a sharp and jagged piece of the vase which had always stood in her grandmother's home.  The vase her grandmother had left her.  Her only memento of that precious woman.  It had been so beautiful.  Elegant.  Richly coloured in deep, deep blues and burgundies.  It had begged to be touched.  She had stroked it each time she went past as a child, and each time she came in or went out the door of the house she shared with Peter. 

The squeaky board at the kitchen door shrieked a warning.  Still holding that shattered piece of her history she whirled round and lashed out as he came through the door at her.  Slashed out and connected.  A plume of blood arched across the kitchen, spraying her, spraying the walls.  He collapsed onto the pile of things she had valued, and the gush of blood slowed to a trickle, then stopped...

And in her defence the court was told that the destruction of all her possessions and her fear of what he might do made her snap...



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