May 1 prompt ‘found’
Techie Trauma
It had become embarrassingly clear we needed to step into the 20th century; to boldly go where we two had never gone before. To cut a long story short, we needed to buy a computer to give our secondary school children a fighting chance of keeping up with ‘modern’ technology of the day… not to mention the other kids in their class.
We’d found a well of intelligent life deep inside us many times before… along with a quite impressive capacity to learn. After all, once upon a long time ago, we hadn’t known how to milk cows. (read more)
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May 8 prompt ‘imagine’
Imagine
“Emma Winifred Moyle?” The clerk peered over his glasses at the waiting faces— the hopeful, anxious, bored, irritated. It was a lengthy queue.
An elderly woman stepped forward, raising her hand and eyebrows and wearing a droll smile. “Uhhm-m… yes and no,” she said.
The clerk frowned, his voice unamused. “Well? Which is it?” (read more)
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May 15 prompt ‘tremor’
Shaken, NOT Stirred
I’m nearly nine. Almost grown-up… in three weeks, anyway. So, seeing it’s still ‘almost’, then maybe—just maybe—it’s still OK to be a little girl when I’m frightened? Like right now? It’s still dark. Middle of the night, I’d reckon. I’m sitting on the side of Mum’s bed for some reason. She must have lifted me out of my bed—or maybe Dad did? Maybe I woke some, but can’t really remember. (read more)
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May 22 prompt ‘kind’
Of Mice and Men and Memories
“Well-ll, it’s like this, young feller me lad,” said Grandpa Mouse. His head had a fair bit of a wobble-up these days, a remnant from that near miss some time ago when the cat actually had him by the neck, shaking him all about. He stopped, ostensibly to give his specs a bit of a polish, but Montague knew he was secretly giving himself some ‘think-time’. Gramps had lost the plot… again! In his kindest tone of voice, Monty reminded the old fellow it was yet another tale from his illustrious past he was sharing. (read more)
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May 29 prompt ‘bet’
Sur-real
“Well-ll… I’ll be a monkey’s uncle.” And Baz snorted with gusto before downing another lusty slurp of his beer; a fortunate coincidence, as he thus failed to see the eye-rolling exchange between his mate Joe, and George, their trusty bartender. Words were unnecessary. The almost imperceptible head nods spoke volumes about their agreement with their swaying mate’s self-description.
Peering out from under his shaggy, Churchill-ish eyebrows and stretching his eyes as if this could focus his vision more accurately, his resemblance to an ageing chimpanzee was uncanny, now he came to mention it. (read more)
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