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Five Day Challenge – Day 4

The Five Day Challenge is
Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge.

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An eight year old has her birthday party at Great Granddad’s.

Rachel is 8 and Grandad is almost 100 years old.  Imagine the excitement of having her birthday party at his house. Twelve little girls, Rachel’s parents and one grandmother, a great uncle and us.

At times the noise reached a pitch that just about drove us out of the house but then the lady with the birds and animals arrived.

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All the children loved the fact that they were allowed to hold the bunnies, the guinea pigs and the chickens.  Granddad, who had been a farmer for many years, delighted in seeing the animals, holding a chicken and seeing the delight on the children’s faces.

A day to remember.

And once again special thanks to Cat at Catterel for nominating me.  Now I nominate Patricia at Patricia’s Place.  Hers is a blog well worth reading.

Five Day Challenge – Day 2

Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge.”

So, Day Two of the Five Day Challenge.

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The Architect’s New Toy

When we were in Lake Como last year staying with friends, we espied a small ‘thing’ running around a neighbour’s garden.  After asking questions of our hosts we determined that it was a robot lawn mower.

Once we returned home, and the grass was beginning to sprout in our new garden, the Architect set about finding where one of these machines could be purchased close to home.

We found a stockist but unfortunately, they had never sold nor installed one of them and so after purchasing our new friend “COMO” we became the guinea pigs for the dealer.  And it took some re-jigging of wires, choosing another part of the garden for it to be ‘home’ before everyone, including the Architect, was happy with our latest purchase.

I wonder what he will buy next.

Thanks again to Cat at caterel  for setting me this challenge. She says nice things about me so do go over to see what she is up to.
Today I nominate Dor at Virginia Views.  Her blog posts are always entertaining and show a facet of life to which I am a complete stranger.

Escape

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Softly, quietly and quickly she opened the door onto the porch, to rain pouring down making puddles in the unpaved area around the house.

Quickly she donned her shoes that had been tightly held in her hands as she made her way through the dark house, and that done, she ran off down the road to freedom.

But where is freedom she asked herself when she had been trudging along the state highway for what seemed  ages, all the while hoping for a lift but nobody had stopped to help her.

She had dreamed of getting away from him for so long and now here she was on her way but to where.

Soon he would realise that she had gone and come looking for her; and if he caught up with her would she have the spunk to attempt to escape again?

This is in response to the prompt at Five Sentence Fiction –
the word is SPUNK

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Confusion

Hot, so very hot; panting like a dog and oh the pain; if only someone would make it go away and then she could concentrate on why she was here and what she had to do.

But the pain was never-ending and the noise – could that be her voice she could hear yelling obscenities ?

Suddenly there were smooth, calming hands on her forehead and a gentle voice said ‘It’s OK Mrs Jones, only a few more pushes now.”

And then she was back in this stark hospital room with doctors and midwives encouraging her as her son’s head appeared.

This post is in response to the 100 word writing challenge from
Velvet Verbosity where we are asked to write 100 words inspired by a single word prompt. This week’s word is SMOOTH

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Promises to Keep

But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep, ”
From Stopping by the Woods on a
Snowy Evening by Robert Frost.

She had 20 minutes to get there and the traffic was awful.

Everyone seemed to be going her way, moving at a snail’s pace, and here to top it all was a broken down vehicle with groups of people standing around gawking, though nobody seemed to be doing anything constructive to get it moving again.

She had promised herself that she would be on time, just this once and now she was going to be late unless she could find a useful diversion – a way to get around the traffic.

She had to get there for how else would she ever forgive herself for not being there when he died even though she had promised him again and again that she would be, and now she was going to be late for the funeral.

Suddenly, she remembered a short cut he had often used  between her house and his and as it came up on her left she was able to turn and speed away; perhaps she might just make it in time.

This week’s word in Five Sentence Fiction is DIVERSION

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Granny’s Doll

In the chair at the foot of Granny’s bed the doll sat as it always had. As a small child she’d occasionally picked it up to play with “but gently” as her Granny always reminded her.

And now, Granny was no longer there but the doll was and as she picked it up with reverence she thought of the trials that had befallen her grandmother in her long life. How she and grandfather had lost everything during the Great Depression, then a son lost in the Great War, but somehow through it Granny and her doll had survived unharmed, together.

 This post is in response to the 100 word writing challenge from Velvet Verbosity where we are asked to write 100 words inspired by a single prompt. This week’s word is REVERENCE

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Trusting Family

Recently I discovered Five Sentence Fiction  and decided to try my hand at writing a story in only five sentences.
This week’s word is FAMILY.

The soldiers burst into the school, yelling, shouting orders and firing rifles.  The children, scared, huddled together under their desks trying to hide from the angry men.  But they were soon discovered and brought out of hiding with the girls being separated from the boys who were locked into the school hall with the staff.

Then the terrified girls were herded onto buses and quickly driven away from the school.

Only then, when the firing had ceased and the yelling had stopped and it was possible to think, did the petrified child think of her family and knew they would find her and take her home again.

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Remembering Mother

Today I discovered Five Sentence Fiction when reading this blog and decided to try my hand at writing only five sentences.

A moment of clarity in the land of the confused brought on a rush of memories both to her and to those of us visiting her.  This once vibrant, strong woman had been reduced to a pale shadow of herself under the strong grip of Alzheimer’s. Disease.  Suddenly she was once again our mother, even if only for a very short time, when she knew our names and recognised each of us. The joy and happiness was unbounded and in that short time many happy moments and happenings were remembered.  But all too soon, the veil of the Disease dropped down and once again she retreated to the confused old lady she had recently become.

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A Weekend Away

Imagine a group of friends, all well into their senior years enjoying themselves in a rare weekend away together.

Not for them the quiet talk around the fireside but instead a joyous celebration of life culminating in their opening the doors onto the deck on a cold winter’s night and all joining in dancing and singing to Cole Porter’s “Let’s Misbehave”.

Every one of us felt invigorated to be in the company of our peers, each of whom has decided that ‘age’ is a frame of mind and there is still time to sing and dance.

Those memories will remain.

This post is in response to the 100 word writing challenge from Velvet Verbosity where we are asked to write 100 words inspired by a single prompt. This week’s word is MISBEHAVE

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The Family Wit

My grandmother was the undisputed wit of the family.

As young girls we tried to compete with her. Before every visit we would try to impress each other with how witty we could be. Grandma listened to our attempts but she always outdid us.

Hers was a gentle wit; no sarcasm was ever allowed and so we grew to appreciate the clever use of words and the ability to write and say things that were clever and usually funny too.

Mother didn’t inherit this talent from her mother, but I like to think that one of us did.

This post is in response to the 100 word writing challenge from Velvet Verbosity where we are asked to write 100 words inspired by a single prompt. This week’s word is WITTY.

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