Spring #writephoto

Sue’s #writephoto prompt this week.

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Spring forth with new life
Drink from me to renew self
Feel energy soar

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But drink sparingly
Drops are better than huge gulps
Just enough for you

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Remember the words
Enough’s as good as a feast
Too much, you’ll regret

Ritu 2017

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#writespiration #104 52 WEEKS IN 52 WORDS WEEK 8 Choke / Bridge #writephoto

Today I am combining two of my weekly prompts, as they came up on the same day!

Writespiration by Sacha Black where the prompt word is Choke. The challenge is that we only have 52 words, no more no less, with which to spin a fictional web!

And

Sue Vincent’s #writephoto, where we have the following photo to use as we wish.

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So here is my little tale…

A bridge over troubled water.

Or over hardly any water.

A stench so foul from the rotting debris, strewn into the water, pungent enough to make the hardiest human choke.

But not me. This place was perfect.

It smelled glorious to me, the new troll on the block, or under the bridge!

 

Guest author Ritu Bhathal – My Winding Journey To Get Back To School

Thank you Sue for welcoming me over to your blog once again!

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There was a young girl called Ritu

Who knew just what she should do

She wanted to teach

Her goal she did reach

After making a stop or two!

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At 7, my mind was made up. I wanted to be a teacher.

What a fantastic job, surrounded by kids, and paid to be with them!

I spent all my teenage years gearing up for this career, acting as a makeshift teacher/babysitter at all the family functions, and believe me, with the size of my family, there were plenty!

I got the grades and started my degree at Kingston University. Four years of educational theory, throw in some English and Drama as my subject specialism, with a soupcon of Art, and a large portion of teaching practice, and I should have been totally prepared.

But I wasn’t.

In the third year, it hit me that, what with this new…

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Day 10 #Loveuary – Finding You/Flame #writephoto

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A little fiction, based around my prompt words ‘finding you’, and tying my #Loveuary post in with Sue’s #writephoto prompt this week.

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Jack looked over at Jamie and Rose, cosying up next to their Grandma Maggie on the small sofa. The flames from the fireplace cast a warming glow over the room.
“Nan nan,  how much do you love me?” six-year-old Jamie turned to his grandma.
“Oh my handsome boy, I love you as far as you can see,” and she smiled, her eyes crinkling at the sides.
Those eyes, Jack thought. They may have old skin around them now, but they still held the same beauty to him, as they had fifty years before.
“But do you love me more than Grandpa Jack?” the cheeky chappy questioned.
Rose’s two-year-old eyes were drooping. She sucked her thumb and snuggled in closer to her Grandma. Maggie put her arm around her infant granddaughter and held her close.
The love in those arms, the same love she showed to our own children, all those years before. Jack almost felt that he was looking at his wife in the throes of motherhood.
What he wouldn’t give to get back to those days… or even just a few years back.
To see those eyes look at him, filled with love, once more. To feel those arms pulling him closer in an embrace.
But he had to be satisfied with this, simply watching… Cruel fate had intervened in their happy life, snatching him from this Earth. He was grateful that he could still be there, watching over her, his Maggie.
I was lucky to find you all those years ago… now I’ll wait, for the time when you come to find me…

 

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Remember, feel free to take part in #Loveuary! Just ping back to the daily post, as in this one for today! And if you are at a loss for a prompt, then visit my rules post here for a list of prompt suggestions!

Thursday photo prompt – Low Tide #writephoto

Sue’s photo prompt for #writephoto this week.

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Not a creative piece as such this time, more of a reminiscence.

When we were younger, we spent many a summer in Kenya, visiting family. Mombasa was a place we would frequent on occasion. Imagine it, a huge band of Indians, all parked on the beach, women attempting to feed the masses, kids enjoying the water and men nursing several beers!
The tide would go out for a certain time, allowing us to walk out into the sea quite a distance.
Please forgive me, I cannot offer your accurate fact, this is the memory of a 41-year-old from when she was nine!
My Pops wanted to walk out as far as he could so a few of us decided to all go together.
There was me, so brave, venturing out into the open sea. It was fine for the first minute, then I kept feeling strange things under my feet!
I saw sea cucumbers and strange creatures. The seabed was obviously uneven, and as my feet stumbled through the dips and raises, my mind worked overtime.
The seabed was obviously uneven, and as my feet stumbled through the dips and raises, my mind worked overtime.
I managed to convince myself that at the bottom of one of these dips, was a shark’s mouth, and if I put my foot down, it would be bitten off!
That was it, I shouted to Pops that I was going back, turned and ran, arms flailing like a little lunatic, back to the safety of the sand!
They all came back around 45 minutes later, walking almost a kilometre (I think!) into the sea, turning before the tide rose again!
Oh, what a wuss I was! Couldn’t even enjoy the low-tide without my imagination running wild!!!

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