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After a full minute, he replied.
“Is it because of… what happened three years ago?”
Weak as she was, she jumped.
“How… did you know?”
“Remember my evening with your wise old mum?”
“And… you still love me?”
“Ellie, sweetheart, why am I here?”
Overcome, she melted into his arms.
To understand this post, first read the explanation of the prompt here (if you don’t know the basic idea already) and then read ‘The Wrong Season’ (part 1) here, written by Mrs. Green at Well, I never… Then read on below:
Then, too late, she saw the glint in his eye.
“Half a kilo? Coming right up, madam.”
She struggled to keep a straight face.
“Mister Jarvis… If YOU have ME on a string ONCE more…”
It was hopeless to pretend, though. She knew it.
She loved it. He knew it.
I’m posting this in response to the challenge from Nickie at Typecast, just here on her blog:
State your ultimate Christmas song!
Like many genres of music, it’s hard for me to choose a favourite out of all the tunes I like. That’s why there are NINE tunes here – try them any time you have the time… but for now (the festive season) well…
Just a minute. Go back a few weeks. Armistice Day seemed very poignant this year. And I thought of this song, of which I am rather fond, and which is founded on fact, as they say. Be warned, though – you may need paper tissues…
Ladies and gentlemen, please click below to listen to:
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This post was prompted by the special ’50/50 split’ 100 word challenge’ here.
Please click on the link to see the rules – and other responses.
The concept: A clear blue sky. Brilliant sunshine on fresh snow. A slight, persistent, air and ground frost. Children, dressed in brightly-coloured warm clothes, laughing and shouting as they pull each other along on sledges, their parents joking with one another as they exchange stories of family life.
Now it’s your turn. 50 more words – no more and no less!It's kind to share!
Once a year, in town or city
And around the countryside
Everyone prepares for feasting
On the day of Christmastide.
Special food, and drink as well
All the supermarkets sell.
When the day at last arriveth
For the tables to be spread
Many ‘mums’ are working madly
For their families to be fed.
‘Merry Christmas’ each will yawn –
(Ovens start in early morn.)
When the festive fare is eaten
And the plates are cleared away
We salute those who’ve been busy
On this Christmas ‘holiday.’
“Well done, Mum!” And she’ll reply:
“That’s all right – I’ll wash, you dry…”
This post was prompted by the ‘100 word challenge’ here.
The appropriate tune (from a carol) should be obvious!
A hint: see the first line.
This post was prompted by the ‘100 word challenge’ here. Please read that first,
so that you understand the idea.
“You know, Jen, if Mother asks once more whether she can hear bells, I think I shall get tinnitus! I know she can’t help it, ’cause of the blast. But honestly…”
Jenny ran home to tell her sister the news. She had hardly got the words out before they heard their mother shout from upstairs.
“Harriet! Haaaarriet! Is it me or are bells ringing?”
Hetty ran to her mother’s room, breathless, tears welling in her eyes.
“Yes, Mother… This time you’ve got it right. Your ears and brain do not deceive you. I think every church bell in the country’s ringing right now. The war’s over!”
This account is fictional, but there must have been hundreds
of real-life occurrences like this on the 8th of May, 1945!