The Cemetery spread along the area known as Devils Abode. A narrow road skirted the perimeter and afforded access to a green hill beyond. During the short drive: Dad drove in silence; Mum fixed the road ahead; and I was alone with my thoughts on the back seat. I hadn’t wanted to come, but they … Continue reading From a Hilltop
I enter the property under the cover of darkness through the upstairs window, and find the jewels in the top left drawer of the dressing table. Examining the largest of the opals, I’m taken aback when the door opens unexpectedly. “What do you think you’re doing here my friend?” Growls a rather tall man in … Continue reading The Stone Floor : Sunday Photo Fiction
I was contemplating the Green Lipped Mussels, arranged tastily in a white bowl on the table before me, and felt my mouth beginning to water. My cruise around New Zealand was sponsored by a foreign multinational and although I would have preferred spending time in the local Marlborough vineyards, my boss had scheduled an important … Continue reading The Green Lipped Mussels
http://me.sh/2ctk0rq This week’s Daily Post Photo Challenge is to photograph a stationary subject from three different angles. It’s entitled “From Every Angle” I took a short film on my iPhone, of the clouds rolling off Table Mountain seen from our Hotel, and I’m accompanying it with some music I purchased on the waterfront. Capetown is … Continue reading Table Mountain : From Every Angle
I was nominated for an award yesterday so have proudly added it to my sidebar. I’m not sure if I merit it but it’s the first (and only) blog award I’ve ever been nominated for so I’m really happy. Thanks Tessa! Continue reading I got an award
If you look to the comments of my last post you will see Rochelle’s comment. She feels that I could easily take out 20 or so words without subtracting from the quality of my story and launched me a challenge to rewrite an edited version. I like a challenge so here is the result: The … Continue reading The Archives : A Rewrite!
(Note: This story has been rewritten in the following post AFTER Rochelle’s challenge (Look In the comments)) The Archives We were having coffee in the little Coffee Shop opposite the Library. I preferred it to the branded coffee shops but mostly because of Gabriela, the dark haired Peruvian Barista. Her upper lip curled sensually and suggestively … Continue reading The Archives