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Sean posed his manicured hands delicately. His pen was cradled softly between his fingers. His ring was so polished it almost sparkled.
Her slightly tanned skin was silky soft.
Her heart fluttered.
She closed her eyes and mentally nodded.
Sean had become Sally. (261 chars)
Twittering Tales day. This is a great challenge and I look forward to it each week now. Thanks Kat!
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There were savoury biscuits, fresh crusty bread and smelly cheeses but in reality it was always about the wine.
Martine always wanted vintage red. As long as she was happy to provide it, we didn’t really care. We were selfish bitches and we had never really warmed to her anyway.
My feature photo was taken in the Ice Bar in Finnmark, Norway.
This is another
Twittering Tale, a fascinating writing challenge to create a tweet sized microfiction based on a photo. The challenge is hosted by Kat Myrman. Thanks Kat!
Photo by Ryan McGuire at Pixabay.com
Mac was a busy man. If you passed by the garage you could see him lying down, hard at work.
He was also sly and devious, and changed the dummy and number plate each morning.
Mac was elsewhere, fishing in his favourite spot with a crate of beer at his side. (254 chars)
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This is this weeks
Twittering Tales after a short absence while I was taking a short break in the South of England.
Today’s feature photo was taken while we were away in a picturesque village in West Sussex. I don’t think the car has moved for a while!
Photo by Moritz 320 at Pixabay.com
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)
Twittering Tales Day. Thanks Kat!
The featured photo was taken on the Queen Victoria when we visited Hawaii in 2014. Good memories.
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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 time this week for
Image by NRD at Unsplash
Harsh light escaped from the open fridge where rancid butter, wilted carrots and mouldy yoghurt beckoned.
Other pervasive odours lingered in the kitchen.
Was that a body hidden in the shadows?
As I approached the fridge, I glimpsed the gleam of a knife.
But it was already too late. (277 chars)
I’m a bit late for this weeks
Twittering Tales as I’m just catching up from a weekend in Geneva. More of that later!
Photo by jplenio at Pixabay.com
“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)
I just missed posting this
Twittering Tale on the day of the challenge by less than an hour but I don’t think it matters.