Twittering Tales #138

After 30 indecisive years, she took the 35mm wedding photos from the forgotten reaches of the wardrobe, removed dust and gunge, and sent them off for digital copies. Then continued with her perfect life. Weeks later, Detectives arrived and arrested her. It wasn’t the wedding photos. (280 Characters) Tuesday is Twittering Tales Day. Thanks Kat! … Continue reading Twittering Tales #138

Twittering Tales #137

Those that survived named it the Bullet Spider (Bulla Araneae), a mutant species; a consequence of the fifth great nuclear incident. It had a voracious appetite for Silica. No window was safe. Then it invited its spidery companion the Humanis Carnivoris Araneae. In colossal numbers. (279 chars) It’s Tuesday and I’m more or less on … Continue reading Twittering Tales #137

Twittering Tales #135

“It’s really down to a question of being in the right place at the right time. I often spend hours, even days, waiting for the ideal conditions.” Final photograph of John Jones (7.5.1956 – 10.4.2018) (198 characters) I just missed posting this Twittering Tale on the day of the challenge by less than an hour … Continue reading Twittering Tales #135

Twittering tales #134

She took the twine bound bundle of musky letters from the box on top of the wardrobe. Amongst the love letters was an official letter dated the 2nd of September 1945. Without opening she mouthed the contents. “… we’re sorry to inform you that his injuries proved fatal …” (272 characters) I’m really enjoying the … Continue reading Twittering tales #134

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He hesitated a moment between Major Tom and Rocket Man. Either would have been a fitting soundtrack to his last spacewalk. In the end however he chose neither Bowie nor Elton but the Grateful Dead’s Dark Star as a musical epitaph as his oxygen slowly but inexorably sputtered out. (279 characters) It’s time once again … Continue reading Twittering Tales

Twittering Tales #132

The tips of my fingers felt soiled contemplating the greasy buttons. I cringed, reaching for a clean white handkerchief. The phone rang. I held the handset well away from my ear. “Deep breaths. Tomorrow no handkerchief. Repeat after me. OCD is treatable.“ This is my entry to this weeks Twittering tales. I’m writing this on … Continue reading Twittering Tales #132