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A Lesson on Listening – A Short Story

“Listen with curiosity. Speak with honesty. Act with integrity. The greatest problem with communication is we don’t listen to understand. We listen to reply. When we listen with curiosity, we don’t listen with the intent to reply. We listen for what’s behind the words.”

– Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart

Suzie was preparing to type on her laptop. The library didn’t open for another hour so she’d made peace with bunking down at the local Wetherspoons to get some writing done before heading over there. She had deadlines and was easily distracted at home. Here she could click away get unlimited cups of tea and there was wifi should she need it. It wasn’t the best, but it would do. Cuppa ready, books out, she began to type.

“Roy that is so outrageous!” Came a rather loud woman’s voice entered through the venue door. Followed by one of those too-loud laughs.

“I’m telling you the truth, Maisie.” The man followed behind her declaring.

“Ooh what a scandal”. Maisie cackled again and Suzie felt her fingernails dig into her hand.

“Oh look. Let’s sit over here, it’s nice and quiet and plenty of room for when the others arrive.” Suzie quickly looked up to see Maisie wafting her hand in Suzie’s general direction. Lord NO, please don’t sit here, please don’t sit here. Now Maisie couldn’t take her eyes off them.

“Sure” Roy shrugged and within seconds they were sitting at the next table.

“So, she met George in prison?” Maisie’s loud voice questioned. What? Suzie had to admit she was intrigued.

“Well, sort of. She was attending with the church, support and all that kind of stuff, and soon they got talking. Then one thing led to another.”

Ignore them, Suzie. You are here to get work done. Take a swig of tea and get on with it.

“And now Ethel’s missing?”

Gulp! Friggin hell. It’s a murder.

“Yup that’s what I’ve been told. Police have been called and all that but apparently there’s no trace.”

Suzie hadn’t realised it but she was now instinctively leaning closer to the neighbouring booth.  The doors to the Pub opened again and a rather handsome gentleman entered. Suzie sat back straight but in doing so knocked some of her papers to the floor. The gentlemen quickly walked over and bent down to help pick them up.  

“Thanks,” Suzie said and blushed a little.

“Oh George, there you are!” Maisie’s screeching voice came out.

“Hi Maisie,” Mr Handsome, clearly George answered. Then winked at Suzie handing her the last of her papers. Taking them off him. Suzie nodded then began to hastily push everything as fast as she could into her bag. She couldn’t be sitting on the next table from a killer, and what was that wink all about? Crap, she’d be next. She tried to quickly put her coat on then realised she had it inside out. Frick. Starting over she got it on and then the zip wouldn’t go up. What was wrong with her?

George seemed to take the hint and made his way to the booth with Maisie and Roy.

“Oh so sad, we heard all about Ethel.” Maisie’s voice penetrated the air once more.

Things packed Suzie made her way to the door. One quick glance back just to memorise George’s looks in case she needed it for a police fit later.

“Yeah, that damn cat has caused no end of heartache for Lynn. It’s back now though. All’s well that end’s well I suppose.” George said.

Suzie stepped out the door and made her way to the library steps to spend the next twenty minutes out in the cold waiting. That’ll teach me.


Listen with Curiosity. Speak with Honesty. Act with Integrity. Image by KL Caley

Originally written in response to

  • Writer’s Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge (#WQWWC) – Communication
  • FOWC with Fandango –

Take Care.
KL

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#WRITEPHOTO – BRIDGE by Lorraine’s frilly freudian slip

You can take the boy out of the city! A humorous story by Lorraine’s frilly freudian slip

Thank you so much for taking part in #Writephoto – BRIDGE prompt.

For visually challenged writersthe image shows a red and white Vertical Lift Bridge crossing an expanse of water.

Bridge
Bridge – Image by KL Caley

Once old Mcdonald finally maneuvered the hay-wagon down his lane, traffic began to move. To keep Blue occupied with something other than hay-sayings*, I have him google our route.

“Just make sure it’s picturesque and there’s a pub lunch along the way.” I suggest, feeling some tension release from my neck and shoulders.

Our “quiet country romp” had so far been pretty much a disaster. Blue wasn’t exactly the ideal travelling companion. He couldn’t disconnect from his phone. Doom-scrolling on a road trip isn’t my idea of relaxation.

See more at:

#writephoto bridge [troubled waters] – Lorraine’s frilly freudian slip

Much Love
KL 

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#WRITEPHOTO – BRIDGE by Of Glass & Paper 

An intriguing entry by Of Glass & Paper 

Thank you so much for taking part in #Writephoto – BRIDGE prompt.

For visually challenged writersthe image shows a red and white Vertical Lift Bridge crossing an expanse of water.

Bridge
Bridge – Image by KL Caley

I thought I knew the place, the calm water, the sky, the well-maintained banks. Today no sound of a heavy barge to trouble the silence: but there, the solid reality of the bridge, and no human in sight. How could I have missed it before? Walking along this path it is unmissable, so what did I do? Or should I ask, what did the bridge do? Is there a secret, a way to make it appear? Is there a genie somewhere, a malicious spirit, playing with the fragile human imagination? Today it’s there, but tomorrow? Maybe not.

See more at:

Bridge #Writephoto | Of Glass & Paper 

Much Love
KL 

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#WRITEPHOTO – BRIDGE by willowdot21 

Back to Morgana and Merlin’s latest adventures by willowdot21 

Thank you so much for taking part in #Writephoto – BRIDGE prompt.

For visually challenged writersthe image shows a red and white Vertical Lift Bridge crossing an expanse of water.

Bridge
Bridge – Image by KL Caley

“Where the hell have you been?” Merlin was not looking his calm self. “What is it honey, did you miss me?” Morgana sighed reaching for a cigarette. “No not at all but as it happens we have a situation, while you’ve been off playing Merry Maidens with the guy in green tights…by the way what are you wearing? No don’t answer that we have a problem.”
Morgana exhaled filling the car with smoke and held her hand up. “Hold your horses Merl ” she actually shouted making him jump. ”

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 K.L. Caley’s #writephoto: The Bridge. | willowdot21

Much Love
KL 

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#WRITEPHOTO – BRIDGE by Keep it alive 

Wonderful pearls of wisdom and a lovely insight to her father by Keep it alive 

Thank you so much for taking part in #Writephoto – BRIDGE prompt.

For visually challenged writersthe image shows a red and white Vertical Lift Bridge crossing an expanse of water.

Bridge
Bridge – Image by KL Caley

“We will cross the bridge when we will come to it” This was what my father used to say when I was worrying about things that might happen.

I know I’m biased but I have never come across anyone who was as patient or kind as him. He would always listen to me when I’d share my fears and apprehension about my future. And was always ready with good advice.

See more at:

WritePhoto # Bridge – Keep it alive 

Much Love
KL 

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#WRITEPHOTO – BRIDGE by Ladyleemanila

An intriguing entry by Ladyleemanila

Thank you so much for taking part in #Writephoto – BRIDGE prompt.

For visually challenged writersthe image shows a red and white Vertical Lift Bridge crossing an expanse of water.

Bridge
Bridge – Image by KL Caley

In the journey of life, it’s not always smooth sailing
Rough ways, getting lost, storms and other set-backs
We can’t stand still as the sky might fall
After rainy days we see flowers blooming
The daffodils, tulips, bluebells and the lilacs
We go through life, don’t have to look for cure-all

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#WRITEPHOTO – BRIDGE – Ladyleemanila

Much Love
KL 

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#WRITEPHOTO – BRIDGE by pensitivity101

Di shows us that a little local knowledge can go a long way to avoiding disaster over at pensitivity101

Thank you so much for taking part in #Writephoto – BRIDGE prompt.

For visually challenged writersthe image shows a red and white Vertical Lift Bridge crossing an expanse of water.

Bridge
Bridge – Image by KL Caley

Sam looked on as they put the finishing touches to the bridge. It had been erected in record time and would be an alternative to travelling some ten miles downriver.
He was joined by an elderly man out for the day on his bicycle who stopped to chat.
‘Nice lookin’ bridge,’ he said.
‘Thanks!’ Sam replied.
‘You design it?’

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Much Love
KL 

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#WRITEPHOTO – BRIDGE

Afternoon Everyone,

Welcome to the weekly #writephoto prompt!

A bridge is usually constructed for the purpose of providing passage over an obstacle, which is usually something that is otherwise difficult or impossible to cross.

What will this bridge mean to you? I can’t wait to find out.

Bridge
Bridge – Image by KL Caley

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a red and white Vertical Lift Bridge crossing an expanse of water.

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 ❤

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#Writephoto Round-Up – BANDSTAND

Isa watched from the window.

“Gladis, it’s happening again.” She called over to her friend.

“Yea, yea. You always say that and by the time I get out of this chair and to the window no one’s there.” Gladis turned the page of her book but remained where she sat.

“Please Gladis, someone else’s got to see it to. I don’t know if I’m going mad or if it’s these damn pills they give us but I don’t trust telling anyone else. Your my best friend will you please come look?”

Gladis groaned, then with all the strength she could muster pulled herself from the chair and onto the walking frame. “For what it’s worth I do think you’re mad.” She chuckled then slowly began to make her way across the room.

Am I mad? thought Isa. She’d adored the views of this car home looking out across the park. Hearing the children’s laughter and being able to watch people go about their normal lives. That was until night fell. As twilight began, movement and music filled the bandstand. Small lights, twinkled in the darkness. Ghosts, faeries? She couldn’t tell but normal it was not.

Band Stand
Band Stand Image by KL Caley

I love this little bandstand, it’s so beautiful and very rarely used. I used to take my LO in there to play tag when it was raining. As in the story, the building in the background is an elderly care home, I quite like that idea, having a nice view of families playing in the park.


I’ve had so many wonderful responses and enjoyed each and every one. 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 fantastic reading.

Entries:


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 – BANDSTAND

With special thanks to Sue who originally made the #writephoto challenge so meaningful for all of us and gave me her blessing to continue it.

Take Care
KL ❤

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Walking Through The Flames

“In order to rise
From its own ashes
A phoenix
First
Must
Burn.”

– Octavia Butler, Parable of the Talents

Left Foot

Right Foot

One step

After another

Ever forward

Even though it often felt she was still

Or going backwards

Yet she never repeated

Life was for learning

Sometimes the pain felt unbearable

Yet through the flames

She could see just a glimpse

Of the life she wanted

Step

Step

Step.


In order to rise from its own ashes a phoenix first must burn Quote. - Octavia Butler
In order to rise from its own ashes, a phoenix first must burn Quote. – Octavia Butler

I was going to write a long-winded post here about how whilst going through one of the most difficult times in my life one of my closest and oldest friendships came to an end. Yet, just 12 months on from that I had made a new group of friends to who I am very grateful. However, the post ended up reading like a sob story with me prattling on endlessly, so I have removed it. I am sure everyone has their moment in the flames, and I truly hope (although you might not see it at that moment in time), bigger and better things await you in the future, that one day you will look back on and be thankful for.

Originally written in response to

  • Writer’s Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge (#WQWWC) – Order
  • FOWC with Fandango – Prattle.

Take Care.
KL