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Woken in the night

This week’s flash fiction isn’t fiction. Just a 100 words to describe a memory. Picture prompt hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields The blue flashing lights bounced off the canvas, waking me up. “Mum, what’s happening?” I shouted in the darkness. “Nothing, go to sleep.” The morning brought a stillness, empty pitches, abandoned vacations. By lunchtime, there […]

The hoarder

This week’s Friday Fictioneer’s prompt – hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.   My gran was a hoarder. A gifted one. She believed everything had a purpose. To her family, what she stored in those shoeboxes and bags was somewhat abstract and generally the flotsam of life. However, Granny believed she kept objects of value. Ma fretted […]

Twisted perceptions – Chepstow Castle and Tintern Abbey

I had it the wrong way round. I had a memory of Chepstow Castle being gigantic and lots of walls to climb. Perhaps it was huge for a small child, but visiting it again, it seemed less than what I recalled. On the other hand, Tintern Abbey, which I remember as lacking much turned out […]

Red and green – adventures in a forest

I’m on holiday with my family in the Wye Valley, which spans the border of  south Wales and England. The last time I visited the area was when I was a child, probably ten or eleven. My memories are vague and I think I visited places, but maybe I hadn’t. One of those is Clearwell […]

Messages

I’ve always wanted to find one, but never have… “Where did you get those, Grandpa?” He started to count them. “Washed up on the beach.” Grandpa sighed deeply, his craggy face sagging with memories. “Why keep them?” He’d reached thirty-two. “These were the ones with messages.” Paul’s widening eyes reflected in the curvature of the […]

Where will Zed take me?

It came in a bright yellow wrapper and smelt divine; the lettering carved on one side and my challenge had been to lather it up so much, the lettering would smooth out and disappear, untraceable by my fingertips. The Zest soap bar would begin life in my childhood bathtub hard and finish up creamy and […]

The Quiet Library

My first library was situated at one end of a hut. The scout hut doubled up as the village library, providing a few bookcases, which were sealed off when the library was shut. I remember the floors echoed with footsteps, but little else. My next library was based in a medieval house with black timber […]

Lost in my Daydreams

My husband claims he can’t remember his dreams. I know he dreams by the way he fidgets and mutters in his sleep. He’s never once mentioned anything when he wakes up: no comments about weird images or nightmares, neither does he suddenly in the middle of the day realise the thing he’s thinking about isn’t […]

Re-creating the Castles in my mind

I have a love of history, however, I’m not heavily into reading about history. I prefer to see and feel it. Living in the UK gives me plenty of opportunities to explore history without having to travel huge distances. Whether it is the historic port of Liverpool with his vibrant music culture and more infamous […]

Shopping, dreams and careers

I’m not a great fan of shopping, but when your eldest grows, the inevitable happens. She and I went on a mum and daughter shopping spree and unlike when she was small and I chose everything, now she gets to decide, within a reasonable price range. “How about this?” I held up something. She shook […]

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