February, some years ago, aged 10
Hi! Parc Asterix was not open*. Went to Louis 14 palace**, and on a cruise near Eifil*** tower.
Diary Entry: Palace of Versailles
family
‘Grief’
I feel your loss most keenly in those moments between sleeping and waking, when dreams have not quite given way to my new, bleak reality and my mind tricks me into thinking that you are still by my side.
Betrayers of the faith
Another Wednesday and another piece from the universe I’m trying to create 🙂
This one isn’t as slick as I’d hoped, could do with some more tweaking, but see what you think! Continue reading
Diary Entry: Precision Throw
June, some years ago, Age 9
Today it’s Father’s Day but I forgot to give Daddy something. We’ve got Sports Day at school on Wednesday. I’m in precision throw. Anyway, Daddy’s friend came yesterday to stay and is going back tomorrow evening.
Diary Excerpt: Not a Very ‘Pleasent’ Night
May, some years ago, Age 9
Tuesday! Back to school. Actually, not back to school. I was sick 3 times when it was midnight, and so was R one time, mummy too, 5 times. I was sick just now in the morning. Not a very pleasent night, or should I say…Morning. Not a very good day, either. I’m better now. Had some Pasta for lunch. Goodnight!
Diary Excerpt: Daisy Chains
May, some years ago, Age 9
Today, we played outside ‘cos it’s Sunday. I made a daisy chain but R ruined it. Well, it doesn’t matter. Had dinner. For lunch we had noodles. Went swimming. I think I might be moved up in swimming. Anyway when we tucked R into bed, he started coughing and was sick. Mummy thinks he may have caught a bug. Hey, it’s bank holiday Monday tomorrow. Wonder what it will be like. Today I got 50p pocket money. Continue reading
Writing Prompt Exercise: ‘She’d only given in because she was lonely…’
Returning to the good ol’ writing prompt exercises to get the creative juices flowing! I got this one from WritingExercises.co.uk.
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She’d only given in because she was lonely. Even though her elderly aunt could be arduous company at the best of times, anything had to be better than sitting in her tiny flat on her own, another Saturday night in a row.
“Lizzie, start with that box there,” Aunt Viv instructed, pointing at one of the smaller cardboard boxes amongst the many strewn in front of them.
Lizzie obediently flopped down on the floor, legs crossed, and dragged the box towards her. It was covered in dust, like the others, and she sneezed as she slid one scissor leg down the middle of the strip of tape so carefully applied many years ago. Continue reading
Writing Prompt Exercise: ‘She hastily replaced the…’
I’m back! My super scary exam is over and I have more time again 🙂
So the prompt was as above. I adapted it slightly and came up with the following. I think this one is more an excerpt than a standalone. Tried not to pack too much in and went with the flow.
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The sound of a key turning in the door made Rita jump. She hastily put the photograph back inside the tin, replaced the lid and stared at the logo for a moment – ‘Finest Shortbread’ – with her mouth still hanging open in disbelief.
“Rita? I’m home!”
She leaped up, kicked the tin back under the bed with her foot and hurried out of her parents’ room. She slowed down on the other side of the door and closed the door as slowly as possible behind her.
“Hi, mum!” she called, crossing the hall and running down the stairs, a smile fixed in place. She needed time to figure out what to do about her discovery, but that would have to wait a while. Continue reading
‘Thoughts of a Sidelined Sister’
In the end, it was never about her, but me. Nobody stopped me from dancing – but she danced so well, all eyes drawn to her swaying hips and joyous expression, I gradually began to sit down more and just watch. I felt as though I was doing the right thing in joining others in their adoration, and ignored the small niggle saying otherwise, dismissing it as selfishness. The microphone always passed to me as well on the family karaoke nights, but she sang so well, with time I thought it best to just pass the mic along so that everyone could take pleasure in her voice for that much longer. That high school summer when we both qualified for the temp job in the library, I backed out of the interview so she could claim it, and told myself it was fine – she needed the experience. Continue reading
Poem: ‘Jewelled Disguise’
Painted lips and kohl lined eyes
Henna covered hands, a jewelled disguise
In a bride’s body, a young girl sighs.
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Random scribbling, not very heavily revised or edited, inspired by a (don’t worry, happy!) wedding I attended in India.
Thanks for stopping by 🙂
Ro x
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