Its that time of week again, for the haiku challenge set by the lovely Ron. Click here to see the challenge.
The prompt words are Rise & Save
Two entries from me this time!
Help…
I watch the water
Slowly rising up ahead
…who will save me now?
Bake Off Heats Heat
Checking my souffle
Rising high in the oven
…Enough to save me?
Ok so in the 777Â challenge, I posted an excerpt of the book I had started many moons ago, and there was a lot of positive reactions to it.
I just read, or re-read it, and  was pleasantly surprised… I’m a few chapters into the story, nearly 13,000 words down…
So, the big question… Do you wanna read some of it? If I get enough likes and comments of encouragement, I will do… But I need coaxing… I’m nervous!
Well, here is my offering this week.. Loosely based on reality. My brother was a player for Warwickshire when he was younger, we’re Indian, cricket runs in our blood, apparently, but still I had/have no interest in the game…! Unless it’s a gripping last few overs!
I buried my head into my book as deep as I could. It was a great storyline, and as I was gripped by curiosity, time and again, the roar from my family would drag me back to reality.
Yup, I was the sole non-cricket supporter, in a full on Barmy Army family. No match missed… And if England were playing, there was no hope.
I couldn’t even slip to my room… My father insisted we sit as a family to support our nation.
But secretly, the lure of those last few balls, even got me hooked!
Matt has the Flash Fiction Foray going on again!
We’re at number 13 already, how’d that happen Matt??!! Still, I’m proud to say I have taken part in each one! 🙂
This time the prompt is Waterloo Sunset by The Kinks.
Read up on the challenge here!
London’s Very Own Cinderella
What a night! But she wasn’t meant to stay out so late! The drinks had been flowing, the music was pumping, and though she had promised herself that she would be back home by midnight, the pull of the beats was far too strong…
She slumped onto the small ledge of a seat in the shelter and looked around. Waterloo station in the background, the dim light of the sun, starting to rise… She’d arrived in London in such style, as the sun set last night, and here she was, waiting for the night bus, watching a Waterloo Sunrise instead.