My Words, My World
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Archive for the month “July, 2012”
What’s for dinner? Darned if I know…
Friday morning crisis – friends for dinner tomorrow. He’s a chef, she’s a restaurant manager. Theme? Italian? No, because they are and it would be like trying to show ME how to make a cup of tea (or pour a Weissbier). Mexican? No-one likes it as spicy as I do – I AM the Jalopeno Kid. Indian – way too heavy. Then, an idea…
Greek / Eastern Mediterranean – different, appetizing and good. Trouble is lamb is the staple and in Switzerland (don’t ask me why) finding lamb is like finding a sober judge.
I shall consult the good girlfriend when she wakes up…
It’s Friday, people!!!
Transient Crap
So here I am in southern Switzerland. The sun is out, the sky is blue and I’m at home with the flu – yes I know it’s not the Buddy Holly lyric but it’ll do.
Is it an excuse not to write? No. It does however make thinking a little harder, rational decision making a little more difficult and something I had in the pipeline may now stay there a few more days as I can’t conclude it. BUT, it is the reason this new page has appeared on my blog. Till now, I’ve not used it as a “social” thing, i.e. talking with you, if, of course anyone’s out there.
The books tell us to just get words down on paper, irrespective of grammatical error, spelling mistake or, God forbid, use passive tense. Well, in my mini-mire of flu-induced writer’s (HaHa!!) block, I decided my blog needed “Transient Crap” under my home page. Even if I can’t get down what’s in my head, I can still get down what’s ready to come out of my mouth – very often not the same thing.
With this non-thought, I’ll make myself a cup of tea.
C.
Sleep Well
My second Flash piece submission to Morgen Bailey.
Welcome to Flash Fiction Friday and the forty-third piece of flash fiction in this series. This week’s welcomes back Christopher Farley with his 727-worder.
Sleep Well
He slammed the door, got into his car and drove like a madman from her house. He was sick of arguing, tired of continually being in the wrong and now he had had enough. Jo was good looking and had many admirers, sometimes to Mannie’s annoyance, but sex and a good looking girlfriend weren’t enough to keep him tied to a relationship that consisted of too much tension and too many fights. This one had ended physically, and after her various insults he had hit her. It was just a slap, he thought, as he left her holding the left side of her face.
The brake-lights in front flashed. Possibly Mannie was distracted. Guns n’ Roses were playing loud on the stereo. Possibly he…
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I
Under a yellow, sickening sky did I
Come from above, where once I
Led a strong legion, all powerful but I
Wanted more, much more so I
Employed temptation, persuasion for I
Used a woman to get at man and I
Have been ever present , beside you, I
Wanted followers too, however I
Misjudged your faith, I misjudged you.
Green
Green; the leaves on the trees no longer fresh from spring.
Spring, now past. The grass beneath my bare feet in the morning dew.
Dew; a million tiny drops of water, my feet wet and cool in the morning.
Dawning, the sun is rising, to evaporate the dew. Grass turns brown.
Whereabouts
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