Twittering Tales #141 – 18 June 2019

Twittering Tales #140 – 11 June 2019

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‘Will you get off my shoulder and stop looking down my dress, it’s very rude. ‘
‘It’s no good you blowing your top Maizie.’
‘No point, l have lost my head.’
‘You were told not to weren’t you.’
‘Well yes but what’s a girl to do he’s such a handsome Devil.’
Satan smiled smuggly.

(273 Characters)

Twittering Tales #139 – 4 June 2019 – Book Titles

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Tuesday afternoon, three hundred steps away. Two hours sanctuary at the library, he always has a carer so she’s not worried.
Books don’t ask questions, they don’t get agitated they were quiet.
She smiles chats advises be herself not a carer. Pratchett he made her remember.
(280 Characters)

My sister’s husband has Alzheimer’s. Though she has help her life is so changed. He is no longer a husband but a confused child. She has to cope 24/7 with strange quirks, confusion, and difficult behaviour. She helps in the library for a couple of hours a week while hubby has a carer. ….. Such a cruel disease.

This is part of Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales.

Twittering Tales #138 – 28 May 2019

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Negatives.

It’s not as glamorous as it used to be. Not anymore. Time was we were sought after with our Pentax and Olympus. We stay up all hours , red light cigarette in mouth, blow the chemicals. We got the shots, developed them made the image, iconic.
We’re not needed now, it’s all digital.
(280 Characters)

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Twittering Tales #137 – 21 May 201

This is part of Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales.

Heaven’s Door

The Big Guy asked “Where’s Peter he’s the key holder”Silence reined Gabriel shuffled his feet, Micheal began to hum.
Azriel said “Lucifer told me to give Peter a drink”Peter’s snores sang out from inside.”Who broke the glass” asked the Big Guy.
Satan’s laugh rang around heaven.
(276 Characters)

Twittering Tales #136 – 14 May 2019

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Too Damn Hot.

Every evening Julia would find the fridge open! It was so annoying such a waste of energy.
With a sharp intake of breath she slammed it shut, checked on the evening meal and left the kitchen.
Julia never heard the frustrated scream of the Fridge. “Why put me next to the oven?”
(276 Characters)

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Twittering Tales #135 – 7 May 2019

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Inhuman Nature.

The cloud had hung over the city for a month. The riots and looting had started week one. By week three all civil law had broken down. Today the city was locked down, total quarantine. It was plain to anyone with half a brain that it was people causing the problem not the cloud.

(280 Characters)

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Twittering Tales #134 – 30 April 2019

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All dead.

All those letters left unread
Unseen words of people long dead.
Gathering dust and spider webs
The truth they held seeping, ebbs.
Feelings poured out onto the page
Love, grief joy and rage.
I wonder why these missives were hidden
Where they evidence of love forbidden.
Love long dead.

( 277 Characters)

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Twittering Tales #133 – 23 April 2019

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The Walk.

No
body
Hears if you
Scream in deep space
Try as you might
You will just fall from grace.
So clip your harness on tight
Do the repairs , get back inside
You’re so close to God here let him guide.
Be close, work as one, stay safe don’t let go.
No
body
Hears if you
Scream in deep space.
(276 Characters)

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Twittering Tales #132 – 16 April 2019

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Phone box

The last rays of the sun lit the payphone bronze. Through the dirty window the pool still looked blue. Letters scratched into the glass their meaning long forgotten. Another abandoned motel in the middle of nowhere. No money to use the phone but there was no one to answer it.
(276 characters)

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