#SoCS May 27/17 – Smell

Linda’s #SoCS prompt this week.

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “smell.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!

The moment I read the prompt, I knew exactly what I was to write about today!


Oh man, what a smell!

This week we have been blessed with beautiful weather, finally!

It has been a pleasure to get the children from my class out into the playground, and not having to battle through getting the correct coats on, woolly hats set on heads, gloves on (Yes, seriously it’s been pretty cold here recently!).

Instead of layers, we have to remember their sun-hats and make sure the correct sunglasses are perched upon the correct noses. (Yes, every three and four-year-olds are fashion conscious that they need their sunnies!)

However… (you must have known there would be a ‘however’!) … some kind neighbour of the school has obviously thought to make the most of the glorious days, to do some gardening, in particular, spreading some kind of manure… proper cow poo styleeee… around their flower beds.

It wouldn’t be so bad, but for the last three days, every once in a while we get a whiff of being down at the farm! And today was even worse as though we had a beautiful breeze blowing, making the heat manageable, it also brought with it waves of dung odour!


And even better than that, yesterday we were having our class Teddy Bears Picnic! (x 2 as I have a morning class and an afternoon class!) Somehow the kids were oblivious, munching away on their food, but as we served them, the urge to heave was so strong, because of the smell of manure!

Seriously! What were they thinking?!

It stinks! And I can’t see it getting better with this heat! Thank goodness we are on our half term holidays now for a week!!!!!

Thursday photo prompt: Derelict #writephoto

Sue’s #WritePhoto prompt this week.

“Full of potential, so it says. Rustic.  Close to nature.  Compact.  Minimalistic in a traditional way. That’s what the message says.”
John read back the details that the estate agent had sent him. Then looked up at the property.
Now he knew why the guy hadn’t sent a photo. He should have waited a few more days, but Lucy was obsessed with them getting this ‘country weekend home’ sooner rather than later and she was convinced that any properties worth having were snapped up straight away
“Potentially full of damp. Rusty. Nature’s taken over. Shoebox. No plumbing or amenities. That’s what it should have read! Seriously Lucy, let’s just get back in the car and head back. It’s not even wor-“ He stopped.
Oh dear God, he knew that look. Lucy was staring at the ramshackle cottage with a look of pure love.
“Oh Johnny, it’s perfect! Think of what we could do to this place!” She turned to give him the puppy dog eyes… and he had never been able to resist that look…
He felt his wallet lighten with every step towards the building…



Sacha’s back with her #Writespiration prompt this week.

Your challenge is to write your story using the weekly theme/prompt and write it in just 52 words…. EXACTLY, no more, no less.


Tell me the story of why this room is empty!


They took everything.
Not one fixture or fitting left to adorn the walls of this now bare shell of a room.
“If the bank are chucking us out, we aren’t leaving a thing, not even the carpet!” Rhys exclaimed.
They left, but not before unearthing a floorboard…that would make them think!

One Liner Wednesday

I don’t usually take part in this prompt but felt inspired to do so after the Manchester attack this week.

“Don’t allow the actions of a few to colour your view of the whole world.” – Ritu


For Linda G Hill’s #OneLinerWednesday challenge.

‘Skin’ – FFF43

Matt has a corker of a song for us this week as our #FFF (Flash Fiction Foray) prompt this week!

Neon Music Sign

Skin by Rag’N’Bone Man.

And here’s my take!

The almost perfect one.
The one that got away.
We never got past that initial stage, before our future crumbled before my very eyes.
I can still remember the feel of your touch upon my skin, as you brushed past me.
My eyes followed you, as you strode purposefully ahead, my heart and mind conjuring up images of our ‘happily ever after’.
Then, as quickly as I had imagined our future, you destroyed it. Crushed it.
With that one kiss.
Not on my lips.
But on the mouth of another man…
Why do I always choose the wrong blokes?!

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