KL Caley at Novel Ideas has offered to take on Sue Vincent’s #writephoto weekly challenge now Sue has moved on to a higher plain.
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a group of mother sheep about to give birth, with one newly arrived lamb visible.
The New Arrivals – Image by KL Caley.
It had been such a long night, cold as well. Liam was exhausted, not one of the Ewes had produced a single lamb….not one had gone into labour!
“Hey sleepy head”, it was Gena, “how’s it going. Looks like you’ve had a productive night.” Liam yawned and stretched as he accepted a hot mug of coffee and a foil wrapped bacon sandwich.
“It’s been a slow night he said, not a single sign of any of the Ewes having a single lamb! ” Gena looked at him oddly… “Looks like your wrong there. What’s that,” she said motioning to the far side of the pen. “What’s that, scotch mist?”
Liam could not believe his eyes, or ears. There was Millie with baby Mollie, and the others were looking and sounding as if things were on the move.
Three seasons In one day. April through May Spring, Summer,Autumn. It’s all so magical . When you’re hunting Easter Eggs. In the garden or in the park. Filling your Egg basket before dark. Happy Easter Everyone, he’s risen. He Died so We may live. He washed away Our sins and for that We are truly grateful. Joy to the world we are saved.
He rose and left an empty grave. No one saw him go but he saved us. Be blessed he is risen for all of us.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “start with who/whom” Begin your post with either “who” or “whom” and go from there. Have fun!
Who do I think of when I think back to my pre-teen days when all my brothers and sisters where all alive and at home. Who was who back then, Teresa Mary, Mary Anne, Frances Jane, Anthony Conrad, John Patrick and me , there had been three more but I never knew them and of course there was Mum and Dad.
Music played a huge part in my young life, in all our lives but I was the youngest and the one who soaked up the magic.
Mum loved the big musicals of the time, Carousel , Paint your Wagons, South Pacific. Now Dad he loved the classics, Maria Calis was exactly who my Dad really liked .. I learned to a appreciate Mum and Dad’s music at a young age.
Teresa loved Pat Boone, Frances loved Elvis and Cliff, Mary…well I can’t remember who Mary really liked back then but in later years she was into big shows and jazz. My brother Tony was heavily in to Johnny Mathis for whom I have a great liking still. Then there was John Patrick who was absolutely besotted with Buddy Holly and Adam Faith both of whom I also like.
So how can I finish this post? Well I am going to say that there is one of the afore mentioned artists of whom I am very much enamoured and that is Adam Faith! My favourite song of his is …wait for it…WHO AM I and here it is .💜
April 1 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a swift passage. You can take inspiration from any source. Who is going where and why. What makes it swift? Go where the prompt leads!.
The candle flickered her spirit left. Free from earth’s tethers and life’s pain she breathed again. Across the night sky lit by stars she flashed around the planet spreading love as she went.
Alighting on her Moors, her spirit’s home. The stones welcomed her with love, they knew her worth. Cold winds could not chill her just carry her wisdom.
Behind she left us grieving, family and friends alike. Her legacy will last forever as will the hole she left in our hearts. My last email to her said “sleep well.” Sue’s passage after death was swift to bliss.
You may, if you wish, make some kind of link between the Haiku Challenge prompt of (COMFORT and Erupt). and this Décima Challenge of CAUSE in the A rhyme line. This means you could write a haiku post using the prompt words. Then do a Décima post using this week’s prompt uniting the two with a common message.
The 2 CHALLENGES are SEPARATE but CAN BE combined if YOU CHOOSE to do so. I have chosen to combine with my haiku which can be found here.
If you eat behind a closed door. Pretending to the world your not. You may bloat and your skin erupt. Sadness or whatever the cause. Comfort eating expands your flaws. Dirty plates tell the sordid tale. Of how you’ve tried and how you fail. It makes no matter how you try. The calories just multiply. Losing weight makes you want to wail.
KL Caley at Novel Ideas has offered to take on Sue Vincent’s #writephoto weekly challenge now Sue has moved on to a higher plain.
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a pair of comical glasses shaped like a rabbit’s ears and whiskers, the glasses are in a hedgerow.
Bunnies lead busy lives.
The vanishing rabbit by KL Caley.
“Look” shouted Ben as they went past the park on the bus. “What?” asked his startled mum. “Look the Easter Bunny is hiding in the bushes.” Ben replied at the top of his voice.
“Where?” said his mum “I can’t see.” “Never mind” said Ben, “I definitely saw it! ”
Well really Ben’s mum thought to herself all that bluster of yesterday, the big row with his friends about there being no Easter Bunny 🐰. Opening her mouth she said, “but you don’t believe in the Easter Bunny?”
“That was yesterday mum , today I have seen the evidence of my own eyes. “
Further down the bus sat Emma, by day she worked as city banker, by night she was an assistant tooth fairy. At Christmas one of Santa’s Helpers and of course at Easter she was the Easter Bunny. Smiling smuggly to herself she thought, leaving her sunglasses and Bunny whiskers all over the place for children and adults to see was the best promotion idea she had had since the Easter Egg.!
