An intriguing walk by Often Mumbled Musings
Thank you so much for taking part in the #Writephoto – Approach prompt.
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a foggy day with the sun just emerging through the clouds. Emerging from the fog is a large castle.
We approach the future as we do
this deep fog: hopeful but still
watching for shit between steps
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A walk – Often Mumbled Musings
Much Love
KL
A dark and intriguing entry by Morpethroad
Thank you so much for taking part in the #Writephoto – Approach prompt.
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a foggy day with the sun just emerging through the clouds. Emerging from the fog is a large castle.
I had that sunken feeling when the car broke down. Of all places it was not that far from my destination, my Aunt Mary.
Aunt Mary was what we in the family referred to as eccentric. She had strange ideas about a lot of things but mostly it was her insistence that she only grew carrots in her front garden. Inside the boundary fence and either side of the front path, there grew carrots as far as you could see.
It encouraged the rabbits she once told me and they were a source of food to her. Every meal she made you had rabbit of some sort mixed into it.
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#writephoto – Approach – When My Car Broke Down
Much Love
KL
Are you afraid of the castle in the fog? You might just be after reading this creepy entry by pensitivity101
Thank you so much for taking part in the #Writephoto – Approach prompt.
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a foggy day with the sun just emerging through the clouds. Emerging from the fog is a large castle.
Strangers may not know I exist,
The fog is my blanket of secrecy,
Hidden from view of prying eyes,
I am shrouded in intrigue and mystery.
My turrets gleam in the morning sun,
Catching the rays as they spin
Their webs of light and fantasy
To whatever is hidden within.
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Much Love
KL
Cluttered, crowded, lack of space
Wandering through this jam-packed place
Trying hard to find a treasure
That special object of pleasure
Believe it or not, the above is actually a cafe situated in Yorkshire with treasures in abundance for patrons to admire and some to purchase. Those eagle-eyed amongst you may have spotted the baby carrier to the left, as this was one of those rare occasions Mama managed to go somewhere nice and have a cuppa.
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, if I have featured your post remember to click back to it as lovely readers often stop by and leave wonderful comments.
Here is this weeks list below (if I have missed anyone, please let me know):
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 – Antique
Take Care
KL ❤
Do you have a 1917 Penny Black, if so what do you know about it?
That’s the questions raised by Jemima Pett in this clever story.
Thank you so much for taking part in the #Writephoto – Antique prompt.
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a collection of tables, chairs, lamps, baskets, teddies and other objects in quite a busy space.
The little bell tinkled as an old man came into my antiques shop.
“Do you have a 1917 Penny Black?” he asked in response to my enquiry.
“Er, no. I confess I didn’t know there was such a thing.” What was he talked about? Penny Blacks came out in 1840, for one year only. Depending on quality, they could be worth a couple of pounds, or a couple of hundred thousand. 1917?
“Well, I may come back.”
He left.
“Strangers and strange things,” my grandad used to say.
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Antique | #writephoto Flash Fiction – Jemima Pett
Much Love
KL
When does helping to clear the clutter spiral out of control?
Find out in ❀ Welcome To LSS Attitude of Gratitude❀
Thank you so much for taking part in the #Writephoto – Antique prompt.
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a collection of tables, chairs, lamps, baskets, teddies and other objects in quite a busy space.
Oy vey. I promised myself the last time, would be the last time. For reasons unknown to me, whenever a family member passes away I am given all their worldly goods. Some relatives ask me to look for anything valuable for them. Some ask me to keep important items to hand down to the next generation. Some tell me to just trash everything.
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Write Photo – Antiques or Rubbish? – ❀ Welcome To LSS Attitude of Gratitude❀
Much Love
KL
I think everyone knows someone that just can’t resist a bargain, just like this mum in Morpethroad‘s entry.
Thank you so much for taking part in the #Writephoto – Antique prompt.
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a collection of tables, chairs, lamps, baskets, teddies and other objects in quite a busy space.
Sally’s Antique Wares and Stuff was located in the middle of the High Street, just down from the Post Office.
You couldn’t help but walk past it as you made your way down to the PO or the supermarket.
Sally believed you had to have something to catch your customer’s eye.
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#writephoto – Antique – Sally’s Antique Wares and Stuff | Morpethroad
Much Love
KL
An intriguing entry by inkdrops
Thank you so much for taking part in the #Writephoto – Antique prompt.
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a collection of tables, chairs, lamps, baskets, teddies and other objects in quite a busy space.
A room full from wall to wall
of old things
Aged but still in style
looking for a new house
to call home
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Much Love
KL
You might need to grab the tissues before reading Di’s brilliant entry this week over at pensitivity101
Thank you so much for taking part in the #Writephoto – Antique prompt.
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a collection of tables, chairs, lamps, baskets, teddies and other objects in quite a busy space.
‘Come on Mummy! You’ve got to see Nanna’s new house!’
Cheryl was tired and could not understand why Lottie was so excited. Her mother had died a few months ago and the house was in the process of being sold. It was a heartbreaking time as she had no siblings to share the load and her father had died years before. Her husband was working nights now as the pay was better and they had to catch up on their bills after Covid. They both knew he was lucky to still have a job.
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Much Love
KL
He sat at the table. He quickly tugged at his shirt cuff. Tucked an escaped curl behind his ear.
He glanced down. Two cups, identical, facing one another.
Should he go get another cup?
No, procrastination, wouldn’t help.
This was going to be harder than he thought, putting himself out there.
He was more of a keep-it-to-yourself than a heart-on-your-sleeve type guy.
Still, he knew he had to do this. It was time.
“I need to start this with an apology. I’ve neglected you…. a lot. I’ve suppressed my feelings. I’ve often forgotten about you and put others above your own. I know it’s got to stop. I am going to take steps towards that. This year, you will be a priority. I know it’s not going to be easy, but I’m determined.”
He looked into the mirror and nodded.
The time for self-loathing had stopped. Self-appreciation would begin now!
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