#JusJoJan 2019 Daily Prompt – Jan. 21st

Your prompt for JusJoJan 2019, January 21st is brought to you by Lady Lee! Click here to find her last Just Jot it January post and say hi while you’re there! Lady Lee’s word for our prompt today is “echo.” Use it anywhere in your post or make it the theme of your post. Have fun.

Echo.

Hello, hello oh

Echo bounces round the hills

It’s voice sweet and low

Around at will, to and fro

It’s sound always brings me thrills.

When I was a child my Mum always sung the song Little Sir Echo how do you do. I loved it and learned it and sang it to my children.

Mum must of liked the song and I will always have lovely memories of the song, hearing her singing it to me and my children. Sadly she did not live to see my grandchildren but in my mind I hear and see her sing to them 💜

#JusJoJan 2019 Daily Prompt – Jan. 15th

Our prompt for JusJoJan 2019, January 15th is brought to you by Kelli! Click here to find her last post and say hi while you’re there! Kelli’s word for our prompt today is “Paris.” Use it anywhere in your post or make it the theme of your post. Have fun!

Well what else could we expect from Kelli. Well Kelli I have done an Acrostic Tanka.

Image from Pixabay

Paris city lights

Always awake it flows with

Rare magic and life.

Indigo sky reflections

So romantic city dreams

This was brought to you care of LindaGHill and #jusjojan.

#JusJoJan 2019 Daily Prompt – Jan. 13th

Our prompt for JusJoJan 2019, January 13th is brought to you by Teresa! Click here to find her last SoCS post and say hi while you’re there! Teresa’s word for our prompt today is “undiscovered.” Use it anywhere in your post or make it the theme of your post. Have fun!

Undiscovered.

Image from here

Dom had really made a name for himself. All of his extreme sports videos were very popular and he had a huge fan base.

No only were his stunts terrifyingly exciting and original but they were also completely unrehearsed !

Always Dom drew huge crowds and how they loved him. The trouble was he was finding it ever harder to come up with new stunts without planning.

To remove the stress Dom took to going out at night or in disguise to discover new Parkour routes, tall buildings to free climb or descend, cranes to walk and bridges to dive off.

He took to travelling the world looking for new challenges. No one realised that he was now pre planning his stunts. He was still highly popular.

His friends got used to him disappearing occasionally and then resurfacing a couple of days later. As long as he was up for a new video , party, drink or stunt they were happy.

So after one of his disappearances went on for over a week a couple of his mates decided to pop round and see if he had left any clues to his whereabouts lying around.

As the guys let themselves into his flat they were appalled by the plague of flies and the smell. They found Dom in the kitchen he had slipped on what looked like a greasy patch on the floor. He had obviously hit his head on the worktop. Poor Dom, young fit dare devil, Dom had, had an innocuous accident and lain there in a pool of blood undiscovered for nearly a week.

Isn’t it ironic that all his life Dom had lived on the edge doing dangerous and extreme stunts a simple household accident had killed him . He had lain alone and undiscovered until it was too late.

This post is bought to you care of LindaGHill.

The Friday Reminder for #SoCS & #JusJoJan 2019 Daily Prompt – Jan. 12th

Our prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “art.” Talk about something that’s hanging on your wall. Add a picture, if you’d like. If you have no art on your walls, talk about something in a museum. Have fun!

Art for Art’s sake.

Many years ago, I really do not remember how long ago it was, I went on a trip to Henley with my sister Frankie.

We had a lovely day and after we had walked along the river we visited some of the shops.

As the afternoon wore on we found an art gallery, we popped inside and I spotted the most beautiful painting of a Dalmatian. I fell in love with him immediately.

The painting is by Mackenzie Thorpe . As I said I fell in love with the painting immediately and even though it was really out of my price range I wanted it. My sister convinced me I should by it as, as she put it ” you work, you earn why not have something you love occasionally.”

So I bought Herbert and his beautiful frame and Frankie and I walked through Henley with my massive and heavy expensive package.

So what did he cost….£99. This may not sound a lot of money for a piece of art but over twenty years ago, when I bought it, that was a princely sum.

My husband was shocked at the price thinking it was very extravagant. Mind you now we both love my piece of art. Herbert has been in the kitchen, the hallway, upstairs and downstairs. He is now in his permanent spot in the living room where we can see him everyday.

We both are glad I invested in this work of art.

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This is brought to care of LindaGHill and is an SoCs #jusjojan collaboration.

JusJoJan 2019 Daily Prompt – Jan. 8th Self.

Our prompt for JusJoJan 2019, January 8th is brought to you by Ritu! Click here to find her last post and say hi while you’re there! Ritu’s word for our prompt today is “self.” Use it anywhere in your post or make it the theme of your post. Have fun!

This took me an age to work out but after a while it came to me in the form of my present self giving my younger self some advice I would of appreciated or maybe not , who knows.

Anyway it’s an Etheree and I have tried to use the word self at least once in each line.

Self

Self worth

Not selfish

Know yourself well

My dear younger self

Do not sell yourself light

As I sold myself well short

No we cannot change ourselves yet

I as your older self will tell you

Know yourself, your self worth, be always kind.

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