Lights gleamed across the bay, just like all those years ago. I moored and hurried home. Light spilled out of the door, and there was my little girl, tall and frowning.
I went to hug her. She called again, turning back into the house:
“DAD! There’s a man at the door!”
photo from pexels.com
I’ve enjoyed taking part in Kat’s weekly Twittering Tales challenge to write a tweet-sized story in response to a photo prompt. But my goodness, this one was difficult! I’ve been staring at this picture since Tuesday and scratching my head. What’s it all about? Who is she? Clothes like that make me think of some kind of ancient fortune teller but the modern day debris dumped in the undergrowth and the plastic bag she’s carrying won’t let me take that angle. Poor old lady, trudging along that muddy path in her bad outfit. What else could I do but turn you into science fiction?
Cross cut teeth
Cut clasp nail, tungsten carbide tipped and galvanized
Gleaming in the air, honed and filed
Beauty in industry
Poetry forged in the shadow of empty mills
City of steel and sharply angled hills
Where every blade is work of art
And every wall, a canvas. Continue reading
Swing the axe.
Swing the axe.
And again. And again. One thousand cuts a day, every day for months on end. The woodcutter’s hands were rubbed raw by the constant pressure of the axe handle. The ever-widening clearing around his house was littered with untidy piles of felled trees, the ground slippery with rotting scraps of bark. He used to hear birdsong when he woke each morning, but the birds were gone now. Friends from the village didn’t come near him any more. It was for the best, he told himself. Safer for people to keep their distance from the axe. Continue reading
Welcome to my weekly photo prompt! Every Monday I will share a photo which I like, and taking it as a starting point, I’ll endeavour to come up with a piece of creative writing. This might be a 100 word story, a poem, haiku, limerick or longer piece – I’m not setting any rules apart from committing to a regular writing challenge to exercise my brain. If you like the image I’ve shared, please feel free to use it as a prompt for your own work, give me a pingback and I promise to read and give my feedback.
Drink a pint with Farage, he’s your mate
Who says Brexit will make Britain great.
He’s retiring, job done,
And the prize that he’s won
Will be bendy bananas, not straight.