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Carrot ranch #99-word challenge March 14: #Flash-Fiction Challenge #chisel

I tossed the small, bronze object from hand to hand. Just lying in the sand, a chisel. I marvelled at it’s delicate, tactile, feel. I was familiar with bronze statues, sculpted, sensual, in gardens or on antique, period tables. This though, was a tool.

I placed it in my pocket, placing my palm on a giant limestone block, one of thousands shaped by such tools. The still bright, painted hieroglyphs telling their stories. Through my translation I realised that this one told of an overseer stabbed to death by a haunted chisel. My pocket twitched and suddenly felt lighter.

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Thursday’s ten word photo prompt #tenwords

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Consumed by vanity she was absorbed in her own reflection.

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Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt: Tranquil #writephoto

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It was just after dawn. I was up beside the pond. It was one of those mornings when you can be at peace with the world. The sun through the clouds gave an indigo tint which was most noticeable on the branches that formed the dam. The calm waters set me to thinking of another time when I had visited this spot. A darker time.

My mother had called me to tell me that my stepfather Joe had gone out again. I feel that I should explain about Joe. Both he and my mother believed he was getting a bit absent minded. Neither would face the truth. A visit to the doctor was out of the question. I couldn’t convince them he should go, if only for a check up.

I knew where he might be so I set off for the brook. I met Steve in his garden and trying to appear casual asked if he’d seen Joe. He knew the story but confirmed that Joe hadn’t passed within the last half hour. He offered to take a walk round the village to see if he could find him. I thanked him and hurried on, sure that I was most likely to find him.

I walked out from the trees that bordered the  river and there he was. I shouted out so as not to startle him, he was standing on the bank without coat or hat. He turned and his eyes were red. Suddenly his face lit up and putting a finger to his lips motioned me to be quiet  and come and sit down. Not speaking, he pointed to the far side of the lake. I followed his gaze knowing that I would not see what he imagined he could see. We had been through this before as he looked for lost memories.

This time though was different. I heard a splash and to my amazement saw what appeared to be the snout of a very large rat. It was moving rapidly , leaving a vee-shaped trail of bubbles. Then I understood his tears, not sadness but joy. For the first time beavers had re-colonised the river and they were the builders of the log dam  that had formed this pond. I too cried. We sat quietly watching  these settlers until I finally put my arm around Joe’s shoulders to guide and help him home.

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Weekend writing prompt #96 #Seashore

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She stands alone above the shore,

where waves roll in, roll out once more

wet shingle sings throughout the night

reflecting beams of pale moonlight,

while those who visit from the land

leave loud footprints in the sand

each brief message only lasts one day

till every trace is washed away

like their dwellings built on banks of clay.

 

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What do you see? Mar 5 2019

While the tambours played

Psyche dancing, offered him

the key to her heart.

 

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Thursday ten word photo prompt #Walking #tenwords

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #17

CA1DC07D-D188-4ACF-9C50-ADFA10617F91Donovan had committed the unthinkable. Whilst being groomed ready for the North of England livestock fair he had suddenly gone berserk. With a furious snort he turned and kicked Old Bill, the farmhand and groomer. While he lay winded Donovan had stamped upon his heaving chest then thrust his horns directly into Bill’s stomach. By the time they had controlled the bull, poor Bill was dead through shock and loss of blood. These countrymen were superstitious, Donovan could not go unpunished. Custom decreed that Donovan must die and the punishment had to be hanging.  There was one problem, gallows had not been used for many years and the wooden beams would never hold his weight. At once the solution became clear. The old railway bridge. The central girder was strong enough. That evening honour was satisfied. Later in the evening the unexpected ox roast went well.

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MLMM’s First Line Friday: March 1st, 2019

clounds-and-sun-1920-890x510This day was summer when the sun shone, and biting winter when clouds overtook the sky, a tumultuous mix of seasons in the span of an afternoon. An apt description of Exmoor, an unforgiving place. In one day you can walk through a whole year of weather, warm, wet, cold the whole shebang. It is all part of it’s magic and sometimes mystery.

A young family were staying in Porlock weir, the husband a warehouseman, his wife a part-time classroom assistant. She had returned to work after a two and a half year  break  after the birth of their first child, Millie. It was Easter half term and they had managed to rent a small cottage.

With Millie tiring of rock-pooling and net-dipping every day they decided to visit Culbone church, reputed to be the smallest church in England. Although a long walk, the path was suitable to take a buggy through the woods  along the gently sloping cliff edge.

It was a glorious Spring morning when they set off, Millie well wrapped up but her parents dressed as if for a  Summer stroll. A cloudless sky when they set out but while in the church it began to darken. On the way back the rain started to fall. At first just a few large drops but gradually increasing to a downpour. They had just passed what appeared to be a cave entrance. He took Millie by the  hand and ran back to the cave while his wife  dragged the buggy. A leaflet in the church had stated that charcoal burners used to live in the woods during medieval times, part of a leper colony so they assumed that  this had once been a dwelling. In fact it was the entrance to an ancient, disused lead-mine. This was an industry that was not mentioned as it could be bad publicity for the countryside.

The rain was incessant and after a while where it had been seeping from above their heads it became a constant stream. They were amused when without prompting, Millie made a cup of her hands and started to drink the water and splashing it on her  face. After about fifteen minutes the rain stopped and once more the sun came out. They hurried back to their holiday cottage as fast  as possible ready to change and relax before the journey back to their home the next day.

In the car Millie started to complain of stomach ache and seemed in so much pain that they called into accident and emergency at  their local hospital. After many anxious hours they were told how lucky they had been. Millie was suffering from arsenic poisoning from the water that had seeped through the mine roof. She had been very close to death. They would be prepared for any weather without sheltering next time.

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RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #243 Swim&Float

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Rope around her waist

they will test her by the swim,

please don’t let her float.

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Sunday Photo Fiction – March 3, 2019 #Journey

 

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Julie frowned and looked at her watch. Then once more she checked the illuminated board above her head. There was no notification of any delayed trains. She moved back and took a seat on the empty, cold, plastic bench. She started to examine her fingernails then opened her bag and took out a glossy red lipstick. With shaking  hands she pulled out and unfolded a small mirror. She looked to see if anyone was watching and then started to apply a thin coating to her moist lips. She checked in the mirror and seeming satisfied, replaced the items in her bag. She glanced up at the departures board. Nothing had changed, her chosen train was still due. She checked her watch again. To her right she noticed a stirring in the people at the far end of the platform. The announcer called the arrival of the train. Julie stiffened as the sleek, silver nose of the  engine appeared round the bend. She looked for a clear space,  grabbed her bag and moved forward to the platform edge. She looked over to see the engine driver sitting high up in the dark cab and without a word, jumped.

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