Addae’s Transition
Photo prompt curtsy of Anne Higa Addae leaned heavily against a baobab tree and reflected on his life, yes his time in solitary confinement had been hard. Allowing himself to relax, he felt the gentle breeze which would let the…
One Day in My Life
To be able to write freely is a privilege, for me whatever I write is a statement of self. It is an insight into my personal thoughts, but like most writers of fiction I write in code.
A fountain of fire…
Prompt curtsy of Brenda Cox A pillar of flames shot up into the dense fog, beware travellers...The town is offering free coke to all who pay their bill. Now the High St is illuminated, Colne is a jewel in the…
Letter to America
Today’s post from the Leeds General Infirmary Two golden eagles once flew proudly over Elmet’s valleys and wide rivers. When the Cistercian monks built Kirkstall Abbey, nature smiled. Little did she realise the folly of allowing humanity to settle in…
A Year with the Covid Virus
Photo curtsy of Dale My first walking excursions see’s me leaving the church at Carleton. A footpath allows me to cross the fields to reach the river. Nettles and docks abound, an harmonious arrangement. Whilst the nettles may sting you,…
Rooted by Decree
Once again Wordpress will not let me upload the prompt picture by Liz Young, so for the moment I have provided a picture of my local church, taken in the springtime . I stand between the mountains and the ocean,…
Questions with no Answers
Photo prompt copyright C.E. Ayr Names escape me these days, I often wonder why. If only I had kept a journal. Yes it’s pages would be yellowed and curling, but names would offer salvation. You see it’s raining outside and…
An Explosion of Sound
Prompt curtsy of Roger Bultot A memory cord is struck, as a explosion of noise vibrates my ear drums. Will she be waiting at the top of the stairs. How will I find her in the medley of those dancing…
Dark Matters
I am unable to get Wordpress to upload the prompt picture, You are in trouble when the teacher says, “leave this classroom and spend your time in the library, looking at pictures”. Fifty years later I managed to get a…