#Flash Fiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community ~ #Poetry

November 12: Flash Fiction Challenge

Avocado on toast

Who decided we could eat such a thing?
I cannot think of anything worse to put in my mouth
Now that is a lie. I could probably write a long list
Of things that should never go near anyone’s mouth
Avocado, in my mind, must have been planted by aliens
As some kind of April Fool’s joke
Like lambs to the slaughter, humans went for it
Chefs charge a fortune, look at me I have five stars
This is what you get, soap on toast
A nightmare on a rope
My tip, don’t eat the stuff…

© anita dawes 2020

Interview With My Conscience…

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It was another Monday morning in front of the computer and I was asking myself the same old question. Why do I  bother with any of it? Anything that could possibly go wrong usually does, and it was getting a bit wearing. Then my inner voice decided to join in the conversation.

Everyone feels like this sometimes, you are not unique you know…

Yes, I know we all have days when we think everything conspires against us, and life seems futile. Doesn’t help though.

You sound like a drama queen, one who is prone to over exaggeration…

I don’t think I have imagined the succession of near disasters that have played havoc with my life this year?

Okay, I will admit there have been one or two, but nothing to write home about…

How about my inability to successfully market anything. You have to admit I am hopeless?

Could be you’re just not smart enough, for it’s not exactly rocket science…

I can buy that one, for the results of my efforts speak for themselves.

You seem to be forgetting that you are OLD. That feeling of circling the drain is quite normal at your age you know…

There are days when I would agree, but others when I still feel competent enough for the job in hand.

But which of these days are the real ones, and not the ones that are the result of your own stupidity?

I know I have a few shortcomings, but there are also circumstances that are beyond my control.

Beyond your mental capacity, you mean…

A fine Jiminy Cricket you turned out to be, where is all the optimism, the encouragement?

I can only work with the material I have at my disposal. It’s not my fault if your grey matter isn’t up to scratch…

You know, all of this could be academic if my health gets any worse. I’m sure you have to agree that I am not imagining that?

I know it does all seem very real, but you have beaten the odds before, and will do again, I’m sure…

So, you would conduct my life differently, would you? You are coming across as a smug know-it-all, but you don’t drop any hints any more, do you? Isn’t that supposed to be part of your remit?

After a lifetime of trying my best for you, literally thousands of hints later, I have run out of ideas.  Banging my head against a wall is definitely not my scene…

So I am on my own now, you are retiring?

You still have your instincts, even though they malfunction far too often. It has brought you this far, however…

~~~~~

“Some of us get to choose how we live our lives, whether to depend on our conscience, or wing it with instinct.

Heaven knows which is best, and I think it also knows what will happen to us.  I could do with a ‘heads up’ round about now…”

#Flash Fiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community ~ #Poetry

September 17: Flash Fiction Challenge

September 17, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story of mice. It can feature any variety of the little critters in any situation. Are the the character or the inciting incident? Use any genre, including BOTS (based on a true story).

Milo, a little grey mouse
With the heart of a giant
He could stare down the largest cat
And get away unscathed
he would be sent out
For the most timid of his clan
His days were long and slow
He wanted more.
Dressed in his best suit
Knapsack on his back
He was off to the cries of “Don’t go
Who will hunt for us, we’ll starve!”

“I will teach Jacko before I go
I must seek my fortune.
If Mickey can make it big
In Hollywood, Then so can I
I will take Hollywood by storm someday…”

©anitadawes 2020

#Keepitalive ~ #Whatdoyousee #WDYS ~ #Poetry

Keep it alive

What do you see # 44- 24 August 2020

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This prompt reminds me of the tall tales
I used to tell my children when they were young
Like, I never mind the rain, as I don’t get wet,
because I can walk between the raindrops.
Now I imagine walking under the bridge of water
Just as they turned the power off
The downpour of downpours
Would hit me on the head
Like divine retribution
For the tall tales I told…

© anitadawes 2020

#Five Things…

Quite a lot of people are going on about #Five Things these days.

Five things I had for lunch, or

Five things I did last summer, even

Five things I didn’t do yesterday.

Not seen Five Things I shouldn’t have done yet but suspect it won’t be long.

Today I saw “Five Things I Hate about Summer” and as that seems to be my mindset this morning, I started to doodle.

  1. Dry heat
  2. Sticky heat
  3. Damp heat
  4. Dripping heat
  5. Heat exhaustion!

Seriously though, I am delighted that the heat wave here in the UK has decided to trot off at last, and here are the #Five Things I Really Hate About Summer.

  1. the overpowering heat robs you of energy
  2. the grass turns into Weetabix, all dead and crunchy
  3. the leaves on the trees wilt and start to turn yellow
  4. the rose petals fall after just one day
  5. the hot nights make sleep impossible

I’m sure you could think up better points than this, just tag it when you post!

August #BlogBattle ~ Tea

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#BlogBattle: Tea

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August 2020 Blog Battle

Our word this month is:

Tea

Image by congerdesign from Pixabay

Most people rave about coffee…

“I wouldn’t drink that stuff if I were you…”

I looked up at him, my cup of tea on its way to my lips, wondering why he bothered with his objections. “What stuff are you referring to?”

“Tea… filthy stuff, it’s got more caffeine in it than coffee. Can’t be good for you…”

I wanted to ignore him, refuse to become involved in yet another tedious argument, but found myself speaking. “I read somewhere that tea is good for your heart and your blood pressure. Which is more than can be said about the muck you drink!”

He snorted like a pig. “That’s a load of rubbish! Has to be, it’s just a load of old leaves…”

“Very special leaves that come from the Camelia shrub. Did you know it was once so expensive it was kept in locked boxes?”

“Best place for it, if you ask me…” He reached for the tv remote. I had him on the run.

“They have been drinking tea for 2000 years in China, and then there’s the Japanese tea ceremonies…”

“Still no reason for you to be guzzling it, though…”

As I stared at him, he looked at me, with what I thought was a flicker of defiance in his eyes. Oh no you don’t, I thought.  “If you want any supper tonight, you’ll be a dear and go and put the kettle on… and don’t forget to put the milk in first. Just the way I like it…” 

©Jaye Marie 2020

#FridayFlowers…

Olive bonsai in bloom
close up

Not exactly #Friday Flower images, but they are flowers, so thought they did qualify! I have never seen flowers quite like these though, so tiny and yet so complex… But will they develop into olives?

#Keepitalive #Whatdoyousee #Poetry

What do you see # 29 – 11 May 2020

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Image credit: Pixabay- Alexas Photos

( For visually challenged reader, the image shows for tiny snow men like figures in different poses. All looking very cute!)

 

No Snow

I do not know where these

four snow gnomes came from

They appeared overnight in my garden

Snow has been forecast,

yet not one flake has fallen

Did they drop fully formed from a cloud?

A cosmic April joke.

Cheeky, merry looking,

I half expect them to dance around my garden

Venturing out to touch them,

to confirm what my eyes see.

I could swear the first one laughed

As if my touch tickled

As I touched each in turn, I had a feeling

They were made of something alive

More than frozen water

Where could they have come from?

Will they melt, leaving a puddle on my lawn?

Somehow, I think not

There is magic in the air…

©anitadawes 2020