The fire of morning
Promising a joyful day
Blazing with new hope
Ritu 2015
Good morning Peeps! Have a fantastic Monday! Make it a good un, it’s the last of 2015!
Morning Hues
28 Dec 2015 23 Comments
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A Bridge Over You – FFF 25
22 Dec 2015 50 Comments
in Challenges, Fiction, Thoughts Opinions & Memories Tags: A Bridge Over You, Blog, Blogging, fff, NHS, the book blogger
It is Tuesday evening which means Flash Fiction Foray Time with Matt the Book Blogger!
Check out his prompt post here.
The song this week, ‘A Bridge Over You’ by The Lewisham and Greenwich NHS Choir, released this Christmas, hoping to get to the Christmas #1 spot!
“There you go Mrs Smith, all nice and clean now! Sorry, what was that? Oh yes, I know, I hope your son will get over here this Christmas too. I’ll be here with you as well, don’t you worry. Oh, I can hear another bell, excuse me…
Yes, Mrs Jones, what can I…? Oh, yes I see, let me just adjust your pillow. I know it’s not the same as home, but I’ll try and make you as comfortable as I can… Sorry…”
Bell after bell…. Only one of her and sixteen demanding patients… Thank God she loved her job!
A tribute to our hard working nursing staff.
Five Minutes…
22 Dec 2015 29 Comments
in Challenges, Fiction, Thoughts Opinions & Memories Tags: Blog, Blog Post, Kruti
Five Minutes
Nothing…
All she could hear was nothing…
Well, muted sounds from outside, but other than that…
Nothing…
It was such a calming feeling, so good to feel at such peace, after the last few months. It had been such a hectic time.
To her it felt like she had not one moment to herself. Everyone wanted a piece of her. She was spent. Empty. Exhausted. Living for the others, not for herself.
It would be so easy, to lay like this, to slip down, to allow this peace to fully encompass her…
She lowered herself, just a little more, to see what it felt like, allowing the water from the bath tub to cover her eyes, her mouth, her nose.
After a moment, she sat bolt upright, catching her breath! What was she doing?
She tuned her ears again, she could hear the babble that was normal on the other side of the door, the children arguing, the baby crying, and her husband trying to be peacekeeper, but failing miserably.
Oh well, she guessed 5 minutes peace was more than she had had for a long time, and beggars can’t be choosers. She grabbed her towel, quickly dried herself, and wrapping her bathrobe around her, she opened the door.
A little piece of Flash Fiction inspired by Kruti’s Challenge!
Check it out here
Ronovan’s Weekly Haiku Challenge #76 – Sing & Day
21 Dec 2015 30 Comments
in Challenges, Poems, Thoughts Opinions & Memories Tags: Blog, Blogging, Sing & Day
Monday night, you know what time it is, don’t you? It’s Ronovan’s weekly Haiku challenge!
Check it out here.
The prompt words are Sing & Day this week, so I have three attempts!
The first, a festive haiku
Carols
Christmas Day is here
Carollers come carolling
Bringing festive cheer
Number two a more serious request in a Tanka form.
Unity
Today we need to
Sing loud and proud together
Show our unity
Raise our voices in unison
For a better tomorrow
And lastly, a little giggle!
Shower Superstar
I hear you singing
Loud and proud in the shower
Today will be good!
Images thanks to Google Images!
Hope you enjoyed them!
Friday Fiction with Ronovan #6
20 Dec 2015 21 Comments
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The arrival of Friday brings the new prompt from the lovely Ronovan of Ronovan Writes for his Fiction Friday Challenge. Read more about it here.
This week’s prompt.
PROMPT FOR CHALLENGE #6
Click HERE for STRIPPING for FICTION or HOW TO WRITE FLASH FICTION.
Challenge This Week: Write about a family gathering. I know that sounds like non-fiction but by writing pieces like this you tap into emotional and sensory experiences you use for other writings. An example of this would be a short piece I did quite some time ago called My Ocean, My Lover. No Word Count limit this week, just no book lengths please.
And so here we go…
On The Shelf
I had been summoned home.
Another family function.
Great.
I had finished university a few years ago, and had managed to secure a pretty amazing job, even if I do say so myself, at a high flying marketing agency in Central London.
Living with two other girls, in a little, but very expensive flat in Shoreditch, I had got totally into the independent woman’s lifestyle, gorgeous clothes, nights out, a good salary… and now this call from home.
Now people would be happy to be going home, to see the family, and that would have been me too, a couple of years ago, but now things were different.
We had been invited to a large family gathering, to celebrate some milestone birthday of a cousin of mine, and I love a party as much as the next person, but I knew there would be a totally different feel to the whole event.
You see this wasn’t the first function I was going to as a graduate. Having graduated means, in most Indian mummies heads, that I was ready for marriage. So as I walked in, I would be being appraised by certain people with regards to my suitability for various boys of a certain age that they knew.
But the thing was, I didn’t want to get married. Not yet anyway! I had only just managed to get away from home, after living through my university years at home too. It had taken so much convincing to get my parents to realise that me moving to London wasn’t a bad thing, and all the talk of marriage proposals would start mum and dad off again, about me getting older, and not being settled, like all the other girls of my age.
That’s if I even get looked at… I mean come on, I was 26 now, practically mouldy in comparison to the fresh 21 year old meat that would be there! Oh well, let’s see what happened.
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Oh it is painful, you know, sitting here, swirling the ice in my glass, trying not to make too much eye contact with the old biddies! I just about convinced my brother to get me a Bacardi and Coke… no one would know, it was just Coke to them, but I needed a fortifier.
My reliable family informer, a younger cousin, who is in awe of my ‘London-Life’, was telling me the latest gossip, about me! Apparently, I was shacked up with some man in London, which is why I wasn’t agreeing to any proposals, according to Pritam Aunty. Seriously? Just because I was not interested in her nephew? Why can’t people leave me alone!
But looking at my parents, and their downcast eyes, I do wonder, should I really be thinking about settling down? They look so upset, and it’s like a light has gone out in their eyes. Damn the family gossip queens!
Ritu 2015
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