Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “adverb.” Start your post with any adverb and just run with it. Have fun!
Normally, I get an idea straight away for my #SoCS post, but I was clearly stumped this week!
But since I have obviously managed to start the post with an adverb, and I shall liberally scatter random adverbs within my ramble, I can breathe a sigh of relief and move onto something totally unrelated to adverbs…
I need to share a song with you. Or rather, I need to share the video at least. We had a trying couple of days at nursery, as there are a handful of lovely children who have behaviour that is extremely hard to manage, and one dear child drove one of my wonderful team to tears…
I usually find silly songs to play to my class at circle time, or whilst they are waiting for the whole group to congregate on the carpet, and on Thursday, whilst one finished, another started… and the song, or rather the extremely camp main dancer on the video, made us laugh so much, I played it a good few times over the last two days. It is now my official earworm, and I want to do the moves as I sing it, every time!
So, I give to you…. The Wishy Washy Washer Woman!
Enjoy your earworm!!
I hope you’ll appreciate that I am now listening to it as I type this, and it will stay in my head for the WHOLE WEEKEND now!!!
May 16, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that goes in search of trees. It can be one particular tree, a grove, woods, or forest. What makes the tree worth seeking? Go where the prompt leads!
Tree of Memories
I need to find it. I know it’s here somewhere. We used to visit here regularly when we were courting. Where is that tree? I think it was an Oak. Huge sprawling branches that created a vast canopy, under which we used to sit, backs resting against the thick, sturdy trunk. It was here we had our first kiss. Here, we professed our love. Here, you proposed. Is it this one? My fingers trail over the rough bark. A spark of memory. Yes, here. Here, my love, I’ll lay you to rest, scattered amongst the memories of our love.
There once was a gaggle of witches Who made merry around football pitches Though made of wicker They wouldn't half bicker And had all the supporters in stitches! Ritu 2019
Thanks so much to Tanmay Jain for not only setting up this challenge, but for giving us the next prompt in the series.
There was something extraordinarily ordinary about murder that people just didn’t get!
Murder Most Ordinary
“I could murder a cuppa, luv. Go stick the kettle on.” John heaved his weary frame in through the front door, catching a glimpse of Nora’s figure heading towards the kitchen. Hands washed, freshened up, he sat on the sofa and clicked on the remote, to get his favourite programme on – Garden World. * Nora placed a cup on the table beside him, glancing at her husband’s tired face. “Why you can’t just switch off, I really don’t know. Look at you. Exhausted, I’ll bet your back is aching again too, and you still put the telly straight on to the gardening programmes.” She worried about John all the time. He wasn’t getting any younger, and this new gardening job seemed to really be taking it out of him. More than most, actually. She’d often find him in a world of his own, and her voice would jolt him into action again. * He knew she was worrying about him. Natural, he guessed. But how could he even begin to explain the complexities of the new job? His new employers were important people – though rather unsavoury. And the reason his back ached so much was because of the rather suspicious bags he was asked to bury, and cover with mature shrubs… If he wasn’t mistaken, they might have even been body bags. Still his job was not to wonder why… just to dig, cover and plant. And anyway, all the money was paying for his retirement cruise.
Ritu 2019
Tanmay Jain is a blogger, book reviewer, writer and bibliophile from Jaipur, Rajasthan. He has been reading books since he was a child and hasn’t stopped since. He started his first blog in 2016 and since that, after many unsuccessful attempts at managing a successful blog, he landed on his current and most successful blog, Scion of Society. Tanmay dabbles mostly in fiction writing but sometimes wanders off to poetry, book reviewing and writing tips. He is an editor for his school magazine, X-rays. He’s a teenage writer, aspiring author, and a budding blogger.