We are heartbroken in the Caley house. We’ve had to say goodbye to our little old lady this weekend.

My son is going to be so devastated not to have his best friend and four-legged partner in crime by his side. 💔

Millie – Collection

Dear Millie,

17 and a half years old, I’m sure you are ready for a decent rest.

Thanks for looking after us all this time, we’ll miss you.

I’m sure Laddie will guide you over the Rainbow Bridge. ❤🐕

Love always, the Caley Family. xx

They Will Not Go Quietly

They will not go quietly,
the pets who’ve shared our lives.
In subtle ways they let us know
their spirit still survives.
Old habits still can make us think
we hear them at the door
Or step back when we drop
a tasty morsel on the floor.
Our feet still go around the place
the food dish used to be,
And, sometimes, coming home at night,
we miss them terribly.
And although time may bring new friends
and a new food dish to fill,
That one place in our hearts
belongs to them…
and always will.


Seeking the City

“Travel is the only thing you buy that makes you richer”

– Anonymous

Seeking the City

By KL Caley

He scraped his worn sandals against one another. His wandering eyes occasionally drifted down to the loose thread on his jeans. Don’t pull it, it was fashionable to have holes in them these days anyway, he thought.

As the early sun rose from the sky, the city revealed itself before him.

Leaving his job and his home was the scariest thing he had ever done, but now he knew he was exactly where he needed to be.

And he let his heart wonder, for just a moment, if he would ever see her again, in this city of dreams.

“Travel is the only thing you buy that makes you richer”

My 99-Word short story was originally written in response to:

WQW 18 – Transportation

Saying Bye to Buttercup.

As a few of you may know, a few months ago I had the honour of being featured in Alwayswrite’s monthly Story Chat. This month features a fabulous story called, “As Far As a Former Prisoner Can Go.”  written by Charli Mills (of Carrot Ranch website fame). Charli Mills challenges her flash fiction writers to compose a response based on her story for her 99-word story challenge. This is my entry:

Saying Bye to Buttercup.

By KL Caley
Buttercup – Marsha Ingrao

He buried his face into the soft golden fur and let out one slow sob, hoping against hope the other prisoners wouldn’t hear. Another excuse for a beating was the last thing he needed.

He looked into Buttercup’s large brown eyes and felt his heart tear. He had always known he would only have her a short while, that was the point of the Puppies Behind Bars program, yet saying goodbye was harder than he had realised it would be.

He finally had someone in his life that understood what it was to give unconditional love.

He’d miss her.


Afternoon Everyone,

Welcome to the weekly #writephoto prompt!

Out on the water

Together they swim

These swans seem to know Family is everything

Family – Image by KL Caley

For visually challenged writers, the image shows two large swans and 3 smaller swans all swimming together.

The regulars already know this bit, but for those that don’t:

  • Each Thursday at Noon GMT I will post the #writephoto prompt
  • Use the image and prompt as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, as long as it is fairly family-friendly.
  • Please have your entries linked back to the original prompt post by the following Tuesday at Noon GMT.
  • Link back to this post with a pingback (Hugh has an excellent tutorial here)  and/or leave a link in the comments below, to be included in the round-up.
  • Please click their links to visit the blogs of other contributors and take time to read and comment on their work.
  • Use the #writephoto hashtag in your title so your posts can be found.
  • There is no word limit and no style requirements, except that your post must take inspiration from the image and/or the prompt word given in the title of this post.
  • Feel free to use #writephoto logo or include the prompt photo in your post if you wish, or you may replace it with one of your own to illustrate your work.
  • By participating in the #writephoto challenge, please be aware that your post may be featured as a reblog on this blog and I will link to your post for the round-up each week.

If you need some more inspiration or fancy a bit of light reading, check out last weeks round-up.

I can’t wait to read your creations.

Take Care.

KL ❤

#Writephoto Round-Up – OPEN

The adventure starts when you walk through the door

Going somewhere you’ve not been before

Will you turn to the left or turn to the right?

Stepping out from the darkness and into the light.

Open – Image by KL Caley

Another wonderful collection of responses, I’ve enjoyed each and every one; Gary’s terrified us, Jez has romanced us and Yinglan has enchanted us (plus so many more amazing creative pieces). I have tried to reblog a few since the post went out so hopefully, you will have seen some of them trickling through, but here is the list below (if I have missed anyone, please let me know). It makes for great reading.


I hope you’ll join me for another #writephoto challenge published today at 12 o’clock GMT.

Thank you all again for taking part in #WRITEPHOTO – Open

Take Care
KL ❤

Gaining Control

He walked from the room, and she grabbed the closest thing to hand, throwing it at the door. He had not even glanced back as he walked away. The glass shattering forced her into action, she moved across the room and begin picking up the fragile pieces. Only one ragged piece remained large enough to see her glazed expression. The reflection taunted her, ganging up on her with the persistent voice that was in her head. Had she been good enough?

Gaaaaaahhh! She screamed aloud to no one. Actually, the scream felt great. She felt she was gaining control.  Time to re-evaluate her taste in guys, this was the last one that would take her for granted!

Originally written in Response to

Sadje’s – WDYS – 134

WDYS 134 – Reflection

Nopenotpam – letter a week – G

  • Grabbed, Glanced, Glass, Glazed, ganging, good, Gaaaaahh, great, gaining, guys, granted.

Review of Tempest in a Teapot by Kate Valent

Tempest in a Teapot by Kate Valent
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Tempest in a Teapot – Cover

📖 Tempest in a teapot follows a young lady named Charlotte, a baker’s daughter she is both excited and nervous when she is invited to a party of the upcoming wealthy family the Steepe’s. However, everyone knows the Steepe’s are after a noble match to elevate their standing within society, so when Charlotte is selected by the (rather odd) heir to the Steepe family, Martin to be his fiancée, based purely on her favourite tea, Charlotte’s world turns on its axis.

✍️ This is such an intriguing little book. From the first page, I was quite drawn to it. Charlotte is a great character, a hard worker used to her family’s ways. She devours books (particularly penny bloods which are not the most suitable reading for the young ladies in society) and dreams of writing her own. After her surprise engagement, Charlotte crosses paths with the beautiful but frightening Bertram (Martin’s cousin) who is determined to break the engagement off and that Martin should be marrying someone within high society. Yet, the more time Charlotte spends with Martin and his intriguing, quirky ways, the more she actually starts to fall on him.

👓 This book is a fantasy book with much of the side story being around runes and their use (originally by the wealthy but with more and more making their way to the working class). The book is set in a somewhat historical Victorian setting (I suspect 1851 as there is a reference to Prince Albert’s Great Exhibition, but please don’t hold me to that!), with many of the traditions, mannerisms (and class systems) referenced from that time period.

👫 Great range of characters, both Martin and Charlotte were cute and sweet (and innocent enough to make the traditional love story elements of the book work. I enjoyed the side characters and storylines such as the spirited Hawke sisters (envious of being women in a man’s world), the straight-talking Laoise, and the misadventures of Oolong the dog.

🗺 Tempest in a teapot (American English), or storm in a teacup (British English), is an idiom meaning a small event that has been exaggerated out of proportion. One of the things I love about this book title is it is actually a direct quote from the book. There’s always a sense of satisfaction when the title makes sense.

💔 Any Negatives: I guess, perhaps the book is a little obvious. There is no great mystery about what is going to happen next. You know who the good guy is, who the bad guy is and that ultimately love will win. But I think that is endearing in itself and didn’t detract at all from the story. I can certainly see this tea-ing off (pun intended) a Bridgerton style series.

💭 Overall View: an enjoyable romp through a magical Victorian world (with tea and cakes!). What’s not to like?!

📣 Disclaimer: I received an advance reader copy of this book for free, and I am leaving this review voluntarily.

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Writing Extract:

Tempest in a TeaPot – Extract

Tile Tales – Meddling

Meddling by KL Caley – Love Kit

Mother’s often seem to get a bad rep for interfering, don’t they?

What do you think lies in store next for our love-struck couple?

Today’s tale was made with the Love kit

Want to play along?

I love playing around with the magnetic poetry blocks.
I’m no poetry writer so I prefer to create a short story of sorts.
The kits can be found here (and they are free):

KL 💗

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Oh, Crumbs!

Senses: Smell

“The house smelled musty and damp, and a little sweet, as if it were haunted by the ghosts of long-dead cookies.”

― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“Who are you?” the voice called to the shadow that moved towards them. He glanced around at the others but no one shared any knowledge. No one has come in here in years, one whispered into the dark.

The shadow came closer, a scurrying sound, it darted in front of them. Perhaps it had missed them. No one looked underneath cabinets, right? Yet, the shadow returned, this time it lowered itself under the cabinet, its eyes glinted in the dim light, its whiskers twitched. Then it darted towards them, snatching one of them in its fearsome jaws with a thunderous squeak. Not Fred! One of the breadcrumbs called out into the dark as the rat fled away.


“Oh God what was that!”

Then they heard a large, meeeeoooowww, followed by a scuffle. As the crumbs watched in horror, the rat was dropped in front of the cabinet, and Fred rolled unceremoniously from his mouth towards them. A large paw appeared pulling the rat from the cabinet and the thudded padding of footsteps announced the retreat of their saviour.

The crumbs returned to their quiet contemplation. Thank goodness for their cat.

Originally written in response to:

WQW – Smell.

RDP – Thunderous.

#WRITEPHOTO – Open…and closed – by pensitivity101

First to spot my little play on the pictures was pensitivity101. Did you spot it?

‘Open Says Me’ Sybil chanted in front of the door.
‘Won’t work,’  Sebastian scoffed.
‘Why not? It does in the movies.’
‘Because,’ he sighed, ‘ this is not a movie. And……  it’s not Says Me.’
‘Yes it is. I’ve Ali Baba and The Arabian Nights.  They say Open Says Me.’

See more at:

For visually challenged writersthe image shows an entranceway in amongst some stone walls to a bright green garden.

Open – Image by KL Caley

Thank you so much for taking part in the #Writephoto prompt

Much Love