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#VisDare 48: Beneath – Never Forgotten

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I knew exactly what I wanted to write about when I saw Angela’s VisDare prompt last Wednesday. This is the third and least polished attempt, but at least I got within the 150-word limit telling it this way.

 

 

Never Forgotten (150-words)

‘He won’t find it.’

‘Have a little faith.’

’Stan, it’s been 50 years.’

‘I know, love. But this is the first time there’s been real hope.’

‘I spent hours on my hands and knees all over that house.’

‘But you weren’t able to lift floorboards! This renovation of the bedrooms in preparation for the summer visitors is an ideal opportunity.’

‘And what if someone else finds and takes it?’

‘Rick explained to the trustees why he wanted to work in the bedrooms. I expect word has got round. For heavens sake, Rebecca, they’re all young volunteers working on the restoration. They aren’t doing it for the money or what they can get out of it.’

‘I suppose.’

‘I suppose nothing. Be cheerful. Our grandson is involved in refurbishing the big house you used to clean. If anyone is going to find your lost engagement ring, it’s going to be him.’

 

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Written by Sarah Ann

February 17, 2014 at 8:35 pm

#VisDare 37: Trajectory – A New Orbit

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This week Angela gave us another great VisDare photo prompt.

 

RULES:
150 words – or less.
Post entry to your blog and “link in”.
No blog? Post your 150 words in the comments.
(Please – no erotica or graphic violence.)
DON’T FORGET to read and comment on others’ entries!!
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A New Orbit (150 words)

Joseph walked in circles, lost and alone. Life had been so simple, now it was complicated. He knew he should understand. The lawyer’s voice had been calm, so matter-of-fact, but still the equations and numbers had Joseph’s thoughts spiralling.

It should have been straightforward. With Aunt Alice dead, as sole beneficiary, Joseph had expected to get her house. He hadn’t wanted it, but she’d always said it would be his. But there was more – money in trusts, shares and investments – all of it for him. The figures the lawyer had spoken of were mind-bending, which explained why Joseph’s brain was twisting back on itself, trying to catch hold of something.

Joseph’s linear life had become entangled. With his beloved aunt dead he was drowning. He had wanted nothing, yet received everything. His future would be richer, but his soul was already the poorer: the numbness over-powering.

 

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Written by Sarah Ann

September 17, 2013 at 7:56 pm

#VisDare 36: Implore – Don’t Go

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This week the photo and word prompt for VisDare fitted each other perfectly.

 

RULES:
150 words – or less.
Post entry to your blog and “link in”.
No blog? Post your 150 words in the comments.
(Please – no erotica or graphic violence.)
DON’T FORGET to read and comment on others’ entries!!
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Don’t Go (145 words)

Come back. Don’t leave me. Please. Come back.

Don’t then. Turn your back and walk away.

You can blame me all you want, but you know I did the right thing. You say you would have loved our child, that we could have made a go of things, but you are scared by my fecundity. Your self-reproach would have increased with every visit. Your guilt would have soured our love, and spoiled our child. Run back to your barren wife, the one who ever holds you, the one you will never leave, not even for your child.

I did the only thing I could. When it comes to love, it is better to have nothing than half a thing.

I gave you the choice and you have made your decision. The child and I will go on alone but together, and we will be strong.

 

Written by Sarah Ann

September 10, 2013 at 8:47 pm

#VisDare: 35 – Ephemeral – Delayed Journey

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I concentrated on the word this week for Angela’s VisDare Challenge at Anonymous Legacy. Maybe it was having the definition pushed me along those lines. I like the photo though.

 

RULES:
150 words – or less.
Post entry to your blog and “link in”.
No blog? Post your 150 words in the comments.
(Please – no erotica or graphic violence.)
DON’T FORGET to read and comment on others’ entries!!
–––––

 

 

Delayed Journey (150 words)

The carriage pulling away from the opposite platform gives the illusion that our train is finally moving. As I look at the fortunate passengers, a chin catches my eye. A pointy chin, surmounted by an arching nose and raisin eyes. A flash, and the face is gone, too fast to see whether the chin sprouted whiskers, but I’m sure there was a greenish tinge to its outline. The old, unloved hag of nightmares is stealing away into suburbia. Was she ever a beauty, a sorceress who wooed and enchanted? Has her wickedness, or evil deeds, caused her degradation and descent into ugly decrepitude? What will she do to the innocents in the Shires?

Our train is still stationary, and crowded with suits looking angrily at their watches. We’ve been waiting over an hour for someone to tell us what’s happening. Am I going to get home tonight? What’s for tea?

 

Written by Sarah Ann

September 3, 2013 at 8:53 pm

#VisDare 34 – Fearless – The Great Leader

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After saying last week that I usually concentrate on the word Angela gives us for VisDare, this week I couldn’t resist reacting to the photo.

 

RULES:
150 words – or less.
Post entry to your blog and “link in”.
No blog? Post your 150 words in the comments.
(Please – no erotica or graphic violence.)
DON’T FORGET to read and comment on others’ entries!!
–––––

 

The Great Leader (142 words)

Look at me, all you sheep down there. I made it, with not a fork spun or a glass wobbled. You too can be this dextrous and powerful. With a little application we can break through the fences, take to the roads and live fuller lives. They’ll be no more dawdling around fields, nose to tail, like a lazy stream. No more bleating when the feed lorry hasn’t visited for a few days. No more waiting for the inevitable.  – You, at the back, stop nuzzling the carpet and pay attention.  – Walking in here, admittedly through the big open door that some poor eejit had left open, is only the first step. We must plan how to make the most of this opportunity. Now my lambs, your first task is to tell me how to get down from here without breaking a leg.

 

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August 26, 2013 at 12:12 am

#VisDare 33 – Indifferent – Summer Rain

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Angela’s VisDare photos at Anonymous Legacy are always so enigmatic, so I tend to focus on the word she gives us instead.

 

RULES:
150 words – or less.
Post entry to your blog and “link in”.
No blog? Post your 150 words in the comments.
(Please – no erotica or graphic violence.)
DON’T FORGET to read and comment on others’ entries!!
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Summer Rain (149 words)

‘The weather’s so dull today,’ Percy announced, disinterested.

And so are you, thought Miranda as she watched him take a perfunctory look over the damp garden before he returned to his book.

So what if the clouds were grey and it looked like rain. That wasn’t dull. Rain brought life to trees and plants; too much of it flooded rivers and streams that spread havoc and mayhem.

Her brother’s incurious, easy-going nature riled her, as usual. Miranda didn’t want to be ordinary, like Percy. She didn’t think life should be only passable.

If Percy was luke warm, Miranda was hot. If Percy was to life as drizzle, then Miranda was going to blow through it like a storm, thundering to shake people awake, flashing lightening to draw their gaze.

She snapped her own book shut. Percy jumped. ‘Sorry,’ she said, ‘I have a need to do something exciting.’

 

 

 

Written by Sarah Ann

August 18, 2013 at 8:50 pm

#VisDare 29 – Pensive – Eighty Percent

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This is such a gorgeous photo for Angela’s VisDare this week. I haven’t done it justice in rushing to get this posted before I go away, but I didn’t want to miss out.

 

RULES:
150 words – or less.
Post entry to your blog and “link in”.
No blog? Post your 150 words in the comments.
(Please – no erotica or graphic violence.)
DON’T FORGET to read and comment on others’ entries!!
As always – thanks for participating!
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Eighty Percent (149 words)

Mavis sits in the corner and tries to look vacant. It doesn’t pay to be too bright around here. With her memory lapses and snappiness, she fits right in. The carers don’t know it’s only tiredness and not dementia causing her problems.

The night staff make it difficult to wander around. It’s their fault she has to shimmy down the drainpipe to spend her nights with George. And once she and he are done, she climbs back up and Skypes her granddaughter, just home from school on the other side of the world.

No one would believe her if she told them. Old people don’t have sex, let alone perform gymnastic feats. She looks around the lounge at the dribblers and the lost, and frowns. An 80-year can have eighty percent of the wrist strength they had at 20, if only they don’t give in to their failing bodies.

 

 

Written by Sarah Ann

July 18, 2013 at 11:08 pm

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