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.
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.
“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.”
“October May gave a party the leaves by hundreds came –
The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples, and leaves of every name.
The Sunshine spread a carpet, and everything was grand,
Miss Weather led the dancing, Professor Wind the band.”
My apologies to George Cooper for changing October to June because I live in the southern hemisphere and it’s autumn/fall here now.
And just five short weeks ago, this was the view.
Thanks to Cat at caterel (https://catterel.wordpress.com) for setting me this challenge. Today I nominate Sallyann at Photographic Memories (https://hallysann.wordpress.com) whose photos are amazing and the accompanying prose entertaining.
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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the prompt – SPUNK
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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“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
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.
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She had loved Dante’s Inferno since first being presented a copy to read for English Literature classes so many years ago. And now she wondered was this the closest she would get to Dante’s Inferno in this life?
She stood there, totally surrounded by mist, mesmerised by the sight of great gusts of steam emanating from the ground accompanied by the roar of a fast approaching steam locomotive.
As she walked slowly past a pool that resembled a boiling cauldron she remembered reading that the indigenous people, the Maoris, still used the heat from this activity for cooking and heating their houses as they had done for centuries.
On her return home on the other side of the world, she needed to have theses photos as evidence that this was in fact real and not a figment of her very active imagination.
This week’s word is STEAM. I thought as few people might have seen the
Geo thermal activity producing clouds of steam, I
would use this as the setting for my Five Sentence story this week.
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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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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.
October gave a party; The leaves by hundreds came – The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples, And leaves of every name. The Sunshine spread a carpet, And everything was grand, Miss Weather led the dancing, Professor Wind the band.
Theresa at run-a-round-ranch posted photos of spring wildflowers yesterday and as we are now in autumn/fall I decided to post some photos of our trees in all their glory.
The Fern Leaf Maple is certainly changing colour and almost daily.
The beech forest is a perfect backdrop to the Lacy Lady Maples, but the Bloodgood Maple is looking very sad except for the new leaves sprouting.
The Architect used to live two sites down from where we are now and this is the drive down to that house.
More of that same driveway with all the Pin Oak leaves.
The Pin Oak in the neighbour’s garden
View of both neighbour’s houses with their trees looking beautiful.
So while we are happy for our friends in the Northern Hemisphere who are enjoying the Spring, we are enjoying the Autumn/Fall here and its almost daily changes of colours to our trees.
Note – Please substitute May for October in the opening quote as we are in the Southern Hemisphere.