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Weekly Contest #46
THE WRITER I’d been away such a long time. Not just physically but mentally too. It felt like a lifetime. But now I was back. I sat at my computer at 8.35 pm. I had the heater on as it was such a cold night and a hot cup of coffee just to the left on my dark mahogany desk. I remembered when I used to write and had packed up late at night, or in the early hours of the morning , there would be about 4 empty coffee mugs, and a couple of empty plates or bowls on my desk. “OK” I thought to myself as I looked at...
Weekly Contest #45
Racism and Ignorance My Mother was a racist. I have a feeling that her parents were racists too and I just supposed they had passed it down along the line. She wouldn’t admit to it but I did hear her talking to her mother on the phone when I was young a couple of times and I got the idea that my Grandmother didn’t like her new neighbours as they were black and not her sort. Even though we had never had black friends or even knew any people with different colour skin to us, I knew what my mother’s feelings were towards black people. And I ...
Weekly Contest #42
Who would have thought – 100 years of age! All that time on this earth and my reward….A chocolate cake!Have I enjoyed my long life? Yes and No.. I do have regrets of course. Who wouldn’t after all these years? And hindsight is a wonderful thing, but there isn’t much I can do about it now.I sat in my wheelchair with the rug on my knees and looked around. It was just a room full of old people. Some were sleeping. Others were staring into space. There were one or two shuffling around. When I was a young girl I thought 30 years of age was old. M...
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