Today’s picture prompt was taken at the airport on a recent holiday.
Who’s flying where?
I’ll share what it inspired me to write on Tuesday 🙂
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Six Sentence Sunday 9th September
Another little snippet from one of my daily writing prompts 🙂
“Ok, ok, I give in, take the bloody Blur CD’s!”
I hated this part of a breakup, that exhausting moment where things had to be divided up.
“No, I’m sorry, not the stereo.”
I held the phone away from my ear, for fear of permanent damage. Finally, she paused for breath.
“For God’s sake Tara, take the fucking stereo, just take everything!”
photo courtesy of Salvatore Vuono/freedigitalphotos
I haven’t really worked out what’s going on here, but, needless to say, he’ll probably go home to find a completely empty flat lol 😉 Why is Tara so angry?
The Phone Box
This is the piece I wrote in response to the phone box prompt I posted on Saturday 🙂
I tried to do a happy little tale, I really did lol
Tanya removed her stilettos and tiptoed barefoot along the pavement. She laughed, as if walking on tiptoe would somehow prevent her stepping onto something sharp.
How stupid she felt, forgetting her mobile phone and why the hell had she chosen the 5inch Louboutin’s for a drink with Anthony, the office womaniser?
Up ahead was a phone box, the light inside, a welcoming sight in the darkness. Clutching her shoes to her chest she quickened her pace. As she pulled open the door she was greeted by the stench of urine. Gagging, she put her hand to her nose and leant inside. “Oh bloody great!” She cursed as she realised the cable to the handset had been cut.
The evening had already been a disaster. Anthony, spending most of it with his hand sliding higher and higher up her thigh with each gulp of his Guiness.
Tanya looked up and down the deserted road. If Anthony had been any kind of gentleman he would have at least made sure she was safely in a cab before heading off in the direction of town. It almost made her wish she’d accepted his offer of a drink at his place.
She let the door of the phone box swing closed and turned, to walk back to the bar. From behind she heard a noise, shoes on gravel. She froze, as an arm came across her face and wrapped around her throat. In her confusion she hadn’t noticed the hand, now firmly clamped across her mouth. The skin was clammy and smelt of smoke.
She tried to scream, twist, turn, kick, dropping her designer shoes to the wet pavement. The arm that was around her slipped effortlessly to her chest and tightened, pinning her arms to her sides.
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“Where’s Tanya.” Sue asked Anthony as he arrived at the office, late as usual. He shrugged.
“Why you asking me?”
“Ummmm, because you went for a drink with her last night? She’s not in yet, she’s never late.” Sue looked at her watch.
“Yeah, so, we had a drink! Then we went our separate ways, frigid bitch!”
Sue stood speechless as she watched Anthony pick up his post and remove his jacket. She couldn’t help but wonder about the large plaster on his hand, between his thumb and index finger.
Oh dear, I think something nasty has happened to Tanya….but the question is…..is Anthony guilty? 😉
ET Phone Home, Or Not…
I took this photo in Caerleon, on the University of Wales campus. Odd, to see a London phone box in Wales, but, even odder was the fact that there was no phone inside lol. So what the hell were they using it for? Somewhere for the smokers when it rained? Lol 😉
Will post what it inspired me to write on Tuesday, but in the meantime any suggestions as to what you would use an “empty” phone box for? Lol
On The Pull
Nooooo, not me, I’m a married women…..but then so is she 😉
This is the piece I wrote that was inspired by the “powder room” photo on Saturday 🙂 In first draft, I’m still experimenting with first person POV.
“Quick, hold the door and keep watch.”
“But Sara, I can’t physically stop people coming in?”
“Yes you can, go on, stand in front of the door.”
I rested my weight against the door and tried to focus my attention on the flock wallpaper rather than my friend, stripping down to her bra and knickers.
“I don’t know why we have to go through this every time. You looked fine.” I muttered under my breath.
Sara laughed as she pulled up the scarlet Lycra mini dress.
“Oh please, you know if Dave saw me going out like this he’d kill me!”
I had to admit she was right. Sara’s husband was possessive. She was only allowed to see me once a month and as far as he was concerned you didn’t need to dress up for Bingo. But then, he didn’t know that we never actually went.
Sara folded her jeans and T shirt and placed them in her bag. She was already wearing high heels, Dave loved her in stilettos.
“Right, all done, just the makeup.” She twirled “How do I look?”
I wanted to say like a whore, but I bit my tongue. It wouldn’t have worried her anyway, that was the look she wanted.
“Great, very sexy.” Well, it was partly true.
She quickly applied some more makeup and pouted her blood red lips.
“Now, just a little something to get me in the mood.” She winked and laid a small mirror on the shelf above the sink. I bowed my head and listened to her snorting.
“Do you have to do that in a place like this?”
“Oh, stop being such an old woman Chlo. Right, let’s go get em.” She shrieked with laughter and as she leaned over my shoulder to the door handle, she paused. “and don’t forget, if I pull, I’ve stayed at yours tonight.”
I smiled, I knew the drill.
Hmmmmm, not too sure where that one is going. Perhaps tonight, Chloe will tell Dave the truth?
I’m open to suggestions?
Six Sentence Sunday 5th August
This weeks offering…..
“Dad, can we go to the park today Dad?”
“Tommy, please, just let me finish this work, we’ll go later.”
I watched my son as he pouted and stomped out of the room, slamming his feet down on the polished oak floor as heavy as he could.
Don’t listen to anyone who says working from home is better than being stuck in a depressing, grey office. Give me fabric covered partitions and queuing at the coffee machine any day, especially during school holidays.
I pick up my pen and continue writing my report.
Ahhhh, poor Tommy. Something tells me he’s not gunna get to the park today 😉 I don’t envy parents who work from home when the school holidays come round. It must be a nightmare!
The Powder Room
Today’s picture was taken in The Grand Hotel, Brighton.
Hmmmmm, not quite sure yet where this one will go 🙂
what are you thinking?
22 Hague Avenue
This is what I wrote in response to Saturdays photo prompt (first draft)…..
Helen watched the happy scene through the window as she stood outside number 22 Hague Avenue. Christmas Eve and bitterly cold, the desire to ring the doorbell was overwhelming. But, she remained rooted to the icy pavement beneath her feet.
Had she made the right choice 2 years ago? It was one of those forced situations in life where the decision had been unbearable.
She watched, transfixed, as the man lifted the small boy into the air. “Bobby” she mouthed as her eyes filled with tears. The boy laughed and giggled. He had changed so much, but that was inevitable, she hadn’t seen him since he was 6 months old. It took all her willpower to keep her arms by her side. A mothers natural urge to reach out and hold her baby. Helen slumped to the ground and silently wept.
She knew John would be a good father. Had been confident that Bobby would have a great life. But she couldn’t help wondering if Johns heart was still broken. Did he still love her and yearn for her as much as she did for him? The thought of him getting on with his life, finding someone else, was tortuous. What would he tell Bobby about her death? Would he tell him about the tragic accident where her body had been so badly mutilated she was unidentifiable by anything other than her dental records.
Pulling herself up she stood silently at the gate. Blowing a kiss towards the window, she turned, and tiptoed down the street to the waiting car.
“Are you ok?” The Agent asked, as Helen got into the passenger seat beside him.
Not really sure where this is going, I guess I could go back in time to explain how she got to that point? Or just carry it on with her new life? Fast forward to the future? Any thoughts? 🙂
Behind The Door
Back to the normal schedule today folks 🙂
I took this picture in Caerleon, it’s actually the door to the flat I shared with 4 other lovely ladies (they know who they are) and I just love the colour 🙂
Soooo, what’s behind the door……?
I’ll post what I write on Tuesday.
A Little Birdhouse In Your Soul
Isn’t that the line from a song? I don’t know why I’ve got it stuck in my head lol.
Anyway, this is this weeks picture prompt…..
Taken in Jersey, in the courtyard of The Jersey Museum. Cute. I’m trying to go happier, can you tell? Lol 😉
I’ll post what it inspired me to write on Tuesday 🙂
The View Outside 