Flash Fiction for Hurricane Relief #Flash4Storms #LemonSharkCharity

It’s not a chore, you know, when you are asked to write prose for charity.

Well, Sarah Brentyn of Lemon Shark has set up a wonderful challenge with a promise to donate money to a very worthy cause… let me hand over to her…

Harvey, Irma, Maria… These hurricanes have hit hard, leaving massive damage in their wakes. Here’s how you can help:

1. Write a piece of flash fiction in 50 words or less with the theme: Help 
(This can be any sort of assistance, support, encouragement, or a story of someone or something that needs help. You do not need to use the prompt word. Be creative! It can be 50 words, 15 words…even a six-word story. Anything goes provided it is prose up to 50 words. It doesn’t have to be sunshine and rainbows but keep it PG and friendly.)
2. Add a new post on your blog with your flash fiction and the hashtag #Flash4Storms in the title
3. Link to this post
4. Leave a comment here with a link to your post so I know you’ve participated
5. Help spread the word on social media with the hashtags:

#Flash4Storms #LemonSharkCharity

I will donate $1 to hurricane relief for every flash that is posted (up to $50).
And to top it all, Diana WP of Myths Of The Mirror has decided to match the donation!
So, here goes! 50 words filled with hope!

After six days of relentless searching, they had all but given up hope.

All that was left of the school was a pile of rubble.

Irma had done her job good and proper.

The rescue team were ready to and admit defeat, when that feint cry was heard… “Help!”

 

Dark Mornings

As Autumn bows her weary head
Over her shoulder does Winter peek
Dark mornings call for you to lay in bed
The day outside looks bleak

The children fight to open their eyes
Surely it’s the middle of the night?
Households filled with cries and whys
Sleep won’t give up the fight

But don’t fret, it wont be long
Until our clocks fall back
And your alarm won’t feel like a gong
Bodies won’t be out of whack

Ritu 2017

Written for all those currently struggling to rouse their kids as the dark mornings are so deceptive… and they cause chaos with morning routines!!!

A ‘Lovely’ post about Lovely Blog’s

Thank you so much, Shaun for thinking of me for this award, and even more thanks for the lovely words you wrote about me too! I have received this award before, so I shall show my appreciation by reblogging and sharing your post! Thank you again!

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As I hijacked last Mondays post to celebrate that Kirsty and I  got engaged! So, I thought I’d hijack this Monday Blog to celebrate something equally as important: Me!

Well, not quite as important… in fact, not even remotely as important. However, what was really ‘lovely’ is receiving this nomination from Gary. I don’t normally do these, I still have a nomination from Wendy to tackle, but I was feeling inspired to share this blog about love since I’m currently on (Clockwork) Cloud Nine.

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The Rules!

Thank the person that nominated you and provide a link to their blogs. (Thanks Gary!)
List the rules. (Here they are!)
Display the award on your own post. (See Above!)
List seven facts about yourself. (See Below!)
Nominate 15 bloggers for this award and comment on one of their posts to let them know you have nominated them. (This I’m uncertain of……

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RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #169 Silk&Skin

Ron’s Prompt this week:

Silk & Skin

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Two little Haiku for you today!

Just remembering
The touch of her silken skin
Caused molten passion

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Skin forms on hot milk
A silk cover created
That’s slimy to touch!

#PyarActually – a Theatre #Review #MondayBlogs

A few weeks ago, on a night out with my girl gang, the Tootie Frooties, we discovered that there was a new play about to be performed at our local theatre.

It was an Anglo Indian production, small, with two actors, one of whom who had written the play.

Pyar Actually.

This means Love, Actually.

Reading a basic synopsis of the story, I readily said Yes!

Polly has a reliable husband, two bright children, a well-paid job at the council and detached house with a double garage. She’s got it all. She may not be living the life she dreamed of back when she was a teenager, but who does?

Bali is a successful businessman. Loving his jet set lifestyle he swore he’d never return to the small town he grew up in. So why is he back? Is it too late for second chances? And is love, actually, all you need?

Then I slowly realised that this was actually written by someone I already followed on Instagram, Sukh Ojla or @forsukhssake. She is a brilliant stand-up comedienne too, and has featured in TV programmes and is even in the recent cinema release, Victoria and Albert!

And best of all, she is a local girl, with roots in the town I was married into!

I was excited.

We were watching the last show of the run here in the local theatre before they went off to various other towns and cities in the UK. Several other friends of mine had been to see it already and were raving about it.

 

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Obligatory shot with the Poster!

As it was a small production by Rifco, “an award-winning British Asian Theatre Company that develops and creates vibrant, accessible and high-quality theatre which reflects and celebrates the contemporary British Asian experience”, it was in the smaller theatre studio, and there was unreserved seating.

With this in mind, we arranged to meet early so we could get good seats.

I was there ten minutes earlier than planned because that’s just me. Slowly the group assembled…

 

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Part of the Tootie Frooties!

 

 

 

Before long most of us were there and the queues started to form to get in. We were in there, but without one key member… the one with the tickets!

With moments to spare she arrived, but the front was all filled up. Still, we grabbed cushioned seats at the side and had a great view!

 

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Present and correct!

The set was simple, and something that was easily manoeuvrable by the two actors, to create the atmosphere required.

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And what of the play?

I really enjoyed it! It was a humorous look at the life of a married British Asian woman, and what happens when she gets contacted by her ex-boyfriend.

We laughed at the typical Indian jokes, “Innit!” and cringed at the depictions of clandestine meetings with boyfriends past, not because they were badly portrayed, but more because we were able to relate to them!

The use of simple Punjabi phrases littered within the dialogue created an authenticity within the portrayal of the life of a woman who was essentially every one of us women in the audience, to an extent.

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The ex-boyfriend was excellently played by Simon Rivers, a successful businessman whose life is unravelling due to alcoholism, and the loss of his mother. Reaching out to someone who meant something in his past, initially to absolve himself of guilt, cascades into a waterfall of emotions.

Polly, the lead character, played by Sukh Ojla, was someone we all knew. A married 40-something woman with two kids and a nice house, who was content with life, but not really happy.  Deciding to meet this blast from the past could go one of two ways… which way did it go?

Sukh also doubled up as Auntiji, the typical Indian Auntie/friend of mother, who somehow knows everything that is going on, and even plays Call of Duty!

A little set of twists at the end, made for a thoroughly enjoyable story. I’m not about to give the story up to you guys! You need to go watch it yourself!

And at the end of the performance, we hung around for a group photo with the main girl. and I had my own fangirl moment of selfie-dom with her!

 

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Me and Sukh!

A fun afternoon for all of us who went!

 

 

 

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