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Submitted to Contest #340
A Dogs' Life Any moment now, Lycra clad, he will bounce down the stairs and burst in through the kitchen doors. It's Sunday. Of course, I sit up bright eyed and bushy tailed anticipating the run through the local wooded park - it's always enjoyable. (He never assumes I may not want to go, for him it's a like washing the dishes or shopping-part of the routine of you do 'that then and this later) Naturally, I enjoy my time out meeting his odd friends and fellow joggers as well as my fellow canine friends most of whom are friendly. While musing...
Submitted to Contest #336
1838.The Final Journey There is something about this canvas, this painting. And the story behind the painting energises and animates the oils and strokes that capture the soul of this piece of art... it becomes so much more than a seascape, rather it unfolds as a metaphor for life. Perhaps it was that thought that kindled interest and inspiration to take a brush to canvas? or some say the artist was there in 1838 as this scarred but noble piece of history slowly passed by- not under its own power, but pulled by more modern technology-a tug, ...
Submitted to Contest #334
Scooter and Webster It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, it was almost dark and Scooter had made his way indoors to Jacob's bathroom. Once there, Scooter tucked himself behind the mirrored cupboard screwed to the wall above the sink. Jacob used the mirrored cupboard for a shave or general inspection depending on the event and demands. Scooter liked the bathroom; it was invariably one of the warmer rooms not subject to the hazards of vacuum cleaners and enthusiastic dusting. Scooter quickly spun a basic web behind the cupboard and slept...
Submitted to Contest #328
The way I see it. On Thursday, 30th October 2025, I set off for Vimy Ridge in northern France. It's just over the border from Belgium. The onboard GPS screen shows my destination coming ever closer. The monument at Vimy Ridge is clearly seen from the road. It's twin white limestone peaks of nearly 30 metres dominate the skyline. I remember that the final few metres of road take me on to Canadian territory -this piece of France was ceded to the Canadians in 1921. I have sons and grandchildren who live in Canada. Two of the sons live i...
A Summer’s Tale A balmy summer evening - powder blue skies, a manicured garden and a quietness that pervades the senses and rests your soul. It's that part of the day to sit on the terrace with a tipple of your choosing and watch the hummingbirds feed while errant deer wander in the garden. The days seem endless with night drawing in so much later. Where am I? Canada, West Coast BC. and it is August ,2025. And on this day, yet unknown to me, I will encounter a different point of view on a daily event repeated again and again across different...
Submitted to Contest #318
The Truth is?We lay our scene in a small village in England. It’s March,1944 - the war years with the village strangely quiet- like a group of people meeting and mourning the loss of loved ones. Most of its menfolk of fighting age are away on the European continent or further afield. Today in the village our protagonist, Tilly, is out driving taxis for her father who runs the local village garage. She drops off her passenger in the nearby town , turns and heads for home. She has something to tell her father. She has hesitated in telling, ...
Submitted to Contest #312
When Alice met Apollo.‘Hi! regular?’‘Yes hi! cappuccino, oat milk, dark roast and large…no, nothing else that’s fine, thanks… Who's that guy over there ? I’ve not seen him before.’‘Him? Dunno, he’s been here a couple of times this week…he looks hot.’‘Different kind of look-golden curly hair and that’s some costume he’s wearing.’It’s a look.’‘Sure is… I’m curious now… I think I might just wander over and introduce myself’‘Whatever…for here or take away?‘Oh sorry, yeah… for here.’‘...No no please don’t stand … Hi, my name is Alice, can I join ...
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