#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

#The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 473 ~ #Poetry

I was watching
The face of the moon
Watching me
When the moon winked at me
I thought, you loon
The moon can’t wink at you
I could see the eye wrinkle
At the time I was overcome
I considered it an unusual present
A wrinkle in time
I felt my heart bloom with joy
I continued watching wanting more
Blow me a kiss
Pucker those dark grey lips
Speak to me
Give me more to reflect on…

©anitadawes 2020

#Keepitalive ~ #Whatdoyousee #WDYS ~ #Poetry

Keep it alive

What do you see # 44- 24 August 2020

Joel Valve- Unsplash

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

The Freedom of the road…

Image by Robin Ganstrom from Pixabay

I read a post the other day, where they were talking about the wonderful sense of freedom to be found behind the wheel of a car.

Immediately, I was transported back to my own independent, working woman days when I owned a car.

Learning to drive was a nightmare for me, as it takes me a while to learn anything new, but once mastered, the world became my oyster. Not only did I drive myself to work every day, my family found a newfound freedom with that car, as we visited so many interesting places.

Becoming an experienced driver opened a very different world for me, a world where I finally felt competent and capable, something I had never felt before.

It wasn’t all roses though, there were a few hair-raising experiences along the way.

Someone must have dropped something from the bridge, just as I drove underneath. The windscreen splintered into a million pieces, leaving me in a state of shock and unable to see anything in front of the car. 

I had been travelling at about 65 mph and for a few seconds I froze. I had no memory of anyone behind me, but my instinct was to slam on the brakes in an emergency stop. The silence after the car stopped was deafening, and I sat there stunned, and with my eyes shut.

I became aware of someone shouting, and when I opened my eyes, a furious man was standing beside the car, demanding to know what the hell I thought I was doing.

I couldn’t answer him. I was still in shock and confused but I remember thinking, what the hell did he think I was doing?

More to the point, I wonder what he would have done in the same situation?

He stomped back to his car and drove off. At that point, I wanted to go home too, so somehow, I punched a hole in the splintered glass and drove away.

Another time, we were just leaving the garage in our car, feeling rather pleased that it had miraculously passed its MOT. It was a lovely sunny morning and our spirits were high. We were looking forward to a visit to the coast that afternoon.

We were waiting at the top of a narrow exit ramp, when we saw a rather large laundry van at the bottom of the ramp.

We wondered what the van was doing. Surely, he wasn’t going to reverse up the ramp?

Oh yes, he was, and he obviously hadn’t seen us waiting at the top. He continued to reverse, we expected him to stop at any minute and when he showed no sign of slowing down, we started thumping the horn like a pair of crazy people.

Because the ramp was narrow, we couldn’t get out of the car. We were being forced to watch the disaster unfolding.

The car needed a new bonnet and radiator after that, but our nerves took a while to mend!

To this day, every time we see a Sunlight Laundry van, we still want to scream!

I was a driver for more than 25 years before my hip put a stop to my fun, but all those years sitting in the driving seat were some of the best years of my life…

Has anyone else had any near misses when driving?

Carnival… #Poetry

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

Sunday Writing Prompt – 16th August – Carnival

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With painted faces hidden
Feasting can begin
Chase the winter darkness
Joy calling summer returning
Christians, pagans, celebrating as one
Music grinding hips
Snake their way through the streets
Days of celebration
Coloured beads festoon the crowds
Happy smiling people
Do you recognise the face beneath the paint?
Are you kissing a stranger?
Or a long-forgotten friend
Beneath the hidden shining mask?

©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!

Saturday Finally Arrived…

Image by Pixabay.com

 I’m sure it wasn’t my imagination, but last week seemed to crawl … each day longer than the one before as we waited for the day of the MRI to arrive…

Apart from the time Anita broke her ankle a few years ago – she hasn’t needed any medical attention in the last fifty years, which is just as well, for she wouldn’t have gone anyway! She hates doctors and hospitals, but luckily, always been disgustingly healthy…. which has left her without the patience necessary for a sick person!

When Saturday finally arrived, our nerves were stretched to the limit. There were quite a few iffy moments, moments where Anita swore (literally) that she wouldn’t be going, that she couldn’t stand any more of the waiting and worrying. I tried hard not to dwell on what might happen if she stuck her heels in, but luckily, she didn’t push it.

We gave ourselves two hours to get to Basingstoke hospital as we hadn’t been there before and uncertain about the route and the traffic.

Better to arrive miles to early than to risk being late!

We hadn’t gone far before we were diverted. I should have known then that fate was having a laugh, for this diversion seemed to encompass the whole of Hampshire, taking us far away from Basingstoke. I didn’t think we would ever find it the blessed place. The satnav was as confused as we were, kept changing her mind and issuing ridiculous directions. In the end, we simply followed the diversion signs and prayed we wouldn’t end up in Land’s End.

Fate didn’t stop laughing when we finally drove into the hospital car park, either. It was the wrong one for the MRI clinic. By this time, we were all frazzled, and there was steam coming out of Anita’s ears!

We finally found it with literally minutes to spare…

We were not allowed into the waiting room, so retired to the car. Luckily, we managed to grab a free coffee and found somewhere shady to drink it in.

The MRI took just over an hour, and from Anita’s account, it was a miserable experience. The room was too hot, the machine cramped and noisy, and she had to keep her face mask on all the time.

When she emerged, with large dressings on both arms from the injections, she looked exhausted, but extremely glad to see us.

Image by Pixabay.com

Driving home, exhausted but glad it was all over, our stomachs started rumbling, so when we spotted a Welcome Break nestled among the trees, we didn’t hesitate. We ended up eating our lunch in the middle of a beautiful pine forest, a peaceful haven so far removed from the morning we just had as it was possible to get. The fried chicken never tasted so good!

Image by Pixabay.com

The only thing left to do now, is wait for the verdict!

P.S. We want to thank everyone for their good wishes, hugs and prayers… I really think they have helped so much with Anita’s recovery…

Jaye’s Journal …

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Every now and then, we get a wake-up call, a wonderful moment when a magic light bulb illuminates an area in our brain. This usually heralds a brilliant idea, something groundbreaking or so incredibly sensible, you wonder why it took so long to surface.

Then there are the other kind. The ones accompanied by that awful stomach churning, as you realise how stupid you are or have been.

Today, I had one of these, and it has done absolutely nothing good to my self-confidence. I was rechecking the enormous pile of helpful notes (I use this term advisedly) when the realisation hit me between the eyes.

We make all these lists of things to do, things to remember or try. Then we get a sense of achievement when we actually cross something off. Today, it was brought home to me, just how stupid that is.

I had been watching a trailer someone had made using a company called Animoto. That name rang a bell, but the memory didn’t follow on. Had  I already checked them out? And if  I did, what did I find?

Those of you with fantastic memories will not need the advice I am about to share, but I suspect quite a few of you, like me, will find it useful.

When we read something that needs checking out, we should have a place to record our findings. Either a page in a notebook or an index card in our follow up box. Write a simple assessment, was it good/rubbish/too expensive/unsuitable…and if you logged on to the site, record the URL and your password.

I have no idea why this has never occurred to me before, as I seem to spend my life revisiting sites, only to realise I had been there before. It will be so helpful to be able to see at a glance all the info.

Just think of the time saved!

#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