Knowing I have a meeting in half an hour which will probably go on into the evening, and I've been up since the early hours because one small panther decided that he wanted his breakfast at 4.30 in the morning (but he was nice about asking, curling up on my shoulder, purring and patting my face with his paw). And I have done both a lap of the Botanic Gardens and a personal training sesssion. And I tried to register the cat with the council, but the council was closed, so I have to register him online. And I had do some work.
So it's an easy blog tonight.
I'm making sure I get my 30 word stories in to the Writer's Victoria April Flash Fiction Competition. One word a day, 30 word stories. Must be in by 9 PM to be judged.
Here's this week's tweety stories:
Hope to write something a bit more substantial tomorrow night. In the mean time, I'll get a gin and tonic and get on my call.
Today's Song:
So it's an easy blog tonight.
I'm making sure I get my 30 word stories in to the Writer's Victoria April Flash Fiction Competition. One word a day, 30 word stories. Must be in by 9 PM to be judged.
Here's this week's tweety stories:
#WVFlashFic20 @Writers_Vic#Mirror— TrellawneyThom (@TrellawneyThom) April 8, 2020
The best part of the fair was the Hall of Mirrors.
‘You’d still love me with an arse like that?’ I giggled.
Viewing my distorted image, he sighed, then shrugged.
#WVFlashFic20 @Writers_Vic#Crisp— TrellawneyThom (@TrellawneyThom) April 9, 2020
He longed for past times, when the biggest decision was to choose between a Peppermint Crisp, a Polly Waffle or a Chokito. Life appeared so hard then. He was misguided.
#WVFlashFic20 @Writers_Vic#Lens— TrellawneyThom (@TrellawneyThom) April 10, 2020
He was rolling on the floor, naked, writhing, unabashedly aroused. She cowered in the corner. guilty.
My marriage was over.
‘And you are?’
‘Looking for my contact lens?’ he smirked.
#WVFlashFic20 @Writers_Vic#Myopia— TrellawneyThom (@TrellawneyThom) April 11, 2020
Maybe it was arrogance, or his inherent myopia, but Scott knew accepting the job would turn their lives around. She was a city girl. She’d love life in Canberra.
#WVFlashFic20 @Writers_Vic#Converge— TrellawneyThom (@TrellawneyThom) April 12, 2020
Their marriage was more than a partnership. They had converged, slowly, like tectonic plates, creating something greater for being together. Apart, they appeared mediocre, drab. Collectively, they made mountains.
#WVFlashFic20 @Writers_Vic#Sharp— TrellawneyThom (@TrellawneyThom) April 13, 2020
The wit on him! So sharp, he left people haemorrhaging from the multitude of insignificant verbal paper cuts by which he destroyed all around. He never blathered nor suffered fools.
#WVFlashFic20 @Writers_Vic#Glasses— TrellawneyThom (@TrellawneyThom) April 15, 2020
The baby wriggled in his arms and reached for his face. It was the glasses. Babies could never resist them. Babies blinded as willingly as they stole your heart.
Hope to write something a bit more substantial tomorrow night. In the mean time, I'll get a gin and tonic and get on my call.
Today's Song:
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