Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 347 ACHE and Ease.

Image from Pixabay.

Ache and ease.
This ache is constant
Midas like it mars my life.
Nothing can ease it.

Ronovanwrite’s.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge

February 18: Flash Fiction Challenge

February 18, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story where a character is in the right place at the right time. It may be cause for celebration! Go where the prompt leads!

Stargardts

Norma knew her sight was failing ever since she was ten. But what really worried her was, had she passed this fate on to her daughter? 

The day had arrived when they would get the test results. 

They’d been at the hospital two hours waiting. Finally they were called in. The doctor smiled at them both and without any preamble told them the Stargardts had been passed on.

Outside Jenny hugged Nora. “Mum you can help me through this. I have seen you cope, you have taught me so much already.” They basked in the warmth of  the sun.

This is part of the Carrot Ranch Rodeo February.

Carrot Ranch

Vlad’s Valentine

Vampire is that mess for me

I have a sweet tooth you see

Dear lady, this sweet is for you

Make in Eton, with love true.

Vampire what can I say

A treat for me on Valentine’s Day.

Yes my dear, but it comes with strings.

If you eat it you will grow fangs and wings.

Vampire I think I can live with that

I’ll even consort with your black cat.

Then my lady let’s away

And make spooky love, come on lets play.

Happy Valentine’s Day to you all.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Feb. 13, 2021

Badge by Shelley Krupa

Its Saturday and time for LindaGHill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Today Linda said :
“Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “above/below.” Use one, use both, use ’em however they inspire you. Bonus points if you use them both. Enjoy!”

© hotpinkWellington’s.

Above and below
A father and son’s love grow.
Parental care shows.

Wordless Wednesday. Late Christmas Present for Dad.

© willowdot21
© willowdot21

One-Liner Wednesday. Late Christmas Gift.

The one liner written in a box.

Why was it late, he had Covid at Christmas, and we can’t see him because of where he works and lockdown. .. He bought his Dad a special present too.

Part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

Sue Vincent’s #writephoto. The Crossing.

The Crossing

Every day she waited at the crossing. Hope to catch a glimpse of the opening. That strange trick of the light that she had only seen once before when she was a small child of three.

Every day at dusk she contrived to be there just incase the opening appeared again. She stayed in the village she was born in, enjoying a full life, marriage, children,grand and great grandchildren. Helping others always she was known to be a kind and generous woman.

As the years went by people gave up asking why she went to the bridge at the end of every day. It just became accepted, part of life.

It was on her hundred and third birthday that as she stood by the bridge that the light changed. She rubbed her eyes and sure enough there was the opening. There was the village and to her astonishment the same young man who had waved to her all those years ago was beckoning to her.

As fast as her old bones could carry her she began to cross the bridge. It was a long bridge and at first she thought she’d never make it across. Strangely the nearer she got to the young man the quicker she seemed able to move.

As she reached the young man he took her hand and asked her why she had taken so long, she smiled at him and as she looked into his eyes she saw her reflection….. She was young again.

The opening closed the moment she stepped through it.

Back in the village no knew what had happened to her. They searched for weeks but she was nowhere to be found. They all decided that she had, had a good innings.

All bar one child who had witnessed the whole incident. He he never told anyone what had happened but every evening at dusk he visited the bridge.

Happy New Year to Everyone. 2021.

Out with the Old!

I am not going to say anything about last year not only have I said it all so has Everyone else.

What I will say, although is nothing changes magically overnight on 31st of December we do have hope. There is snow falling as I write this, our middle son is, fingers crossed, on the mend on his road to recovery from Covid. We have two vaccines to help us and as soon as we are offered it we will take it. The other lads, our daughter in law and the grandchildren are safe and well… Please God may they stay that way.

Hubby has sent off the last bequests pertaining to his mother’s will. This was done 31st December and we are delighted to see the end of what at times felt like a bloody war being waged at us! So we start 2021 free of probate and nasty, obstructive and abusive relatives.

I hope you all have more to be thankful for than not. We do really, don’t we, as we are alive. I know we have had our share of really bad things, death and illness this year but so has everyone.

So here we ago another year .

Out with the Old in with the New
A very old saying but it is true.
Nothing has changed yet but don’t be blue.
We can all make a difference it’s up to me and you.
So Happy New Year be of good cheer.
Remember, cover, wash hands and don’t get too near !

Love and Blessings to you all💜💜

Virtual

Happy Christmas to Everyone. 2020

It is Christmas day and I want to say to all those lovely bloggers out there all over the world who read my posts A Very Happy Christmas. Whether or not you celebrate Christmas I want to wish you be blessed, safe and healthy.

© willowdot21

Well it’s been a strange year hasn’t it. Full of hardship and problems for all. I imagine you could stop anyone on the street, in any town, city or village in any country or continent and they would have a tale of woe to share with you. So many people have died from the carrona virus. So many people still don’t know how they will be affected by long covid. We lost my mother in law to covid in early June, not long after her 100th birthday.

Then I fell ill, and was in and out of hospital until 27th November when I had an operation. During that time I had a cholosectomy drain and bag for four months. Recently our middle son has contracted covid. He is hopefully on the mend. We have had many other problems this year but that’s just the way it is.

We have had two lockdowns, a first and second wave of covid. We are now in a worse position than ever with two new variants rampaging around and cases and deaths going through the roof . Businesses have crashed, people have lost their jobs, their homes, loved ones…it’s a nightmare. It’s taking much longer than anyone thought. I will not mention governments or leaders who could of done better, by name, they know who they are.

Now Christmas has been curtailed. Where I live we are in tier four which is the highest tier. We personally can not see our children or grandchildren this year and that’s the same for most of us…the sensible ones, the ones who care about others and the rest of the world. Some will ignore the rules and be selfish. Aprantly after Christmas a lot more areas will be going into tier four. It’s not easy and there will be more hardship for all.

Throughout this year front line workers have done a sterling job of being there for us all, over the world. To all of them I say THANK YOU.

We will be cooking an extra meal for our son who has covid and drive it over to his home. We will leave it outside his front door and wave to him through his window. We will also video call him and our other two sons, daughter in law and grandchildren..a little together time, apart.

Well now I hope you all have the best Christmas you can , let’s count our blessings. Maybe this pandemic can teach us that love, kindness and compassion are not just for Christmas or any festival , no those things are for every day. I am looking forward to a hug, a touch and being able to be with family and friends so here’s to the vaccine and better times. Love you all.

One-Liner Wednesday. Christmas.

Image from Pixabay.

Love and kindness is for every day , not just for Christmas.

© willowdot21.

Part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday.

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