A listing in the paper this week, of the contents of
food parcels for the elderly, included Custard Creams, which would suit me, but
not my husband. (Not that either of us dare eat them anyway – too easy to ramp
up the calories) However, for an ending par excellence, I declare Patricia's Kursaal 'The Obfuscation Orb' takes the Prediction biscuit this week. '
As ever, thank you for your entries, your comments and for not upbraiding me about my omitting to change the date in last week's cut and paste.
Words
for next week: biscuit quilt
suffice
Entries
by midnight (GMT) Thursday 9th April,
words and winners posted Friday 10th
Usual rules: 100 words maximum (excluding
title) of flash fiction or poetry using all of the three words above in the
genres of horror, fantasy, science fiction or noir. Serialised fiction is, as
always, welcome. All variants and uses of the words and stems are fine. Feel
free to post links to your stories on Twitter or Facebook or whichever social
media you prefer.
congratulations, Patricia! It was a perfect piece of writing, intrigue, description, characterisation...
ReplyDeleteI agree Antonia, Patricia is always consistent with her wonderfully written 100 word offerings. This week was no exception.
DeletePatricia, your consistency, blending of narration and dialogue, and a jenesequa with your writing. As usual a well deserved selection for last weeks crown.
DeleteCongrats, Patricia!
DeleteCongratulations Patria, a well crafted win.
Delete**Patricia** SPilt soup on my keyboard.
DeleteThe Prediction biscuit is a covetted treat. Enjoy.
DeleteYour entry is an excellent choice for last week's first prize, Patricia!
ReplyDeleteWhat a surprise and what a great honour! Thanks to everyone for their kind comments and continued support for my little tales.
ReplyDeleteBiscuit, quilt, suffice
ReplyDeleteThe Council of Canossa 7
“You question the motives and faith of those who serve the church, Father Confessor?”
“Faith is like a quilt, suffice it to be that the farther from Avignon you go, the more care and handiwork they have, and better quality to many. How much difference is there between coin for confession and merchants who sell as many as they can regardless of its quality? Why do people buy loaves of bread when unleavened biscuits would be enough? Faith isn’t a measure of quantity, but of quality. His Holiness’s quilt isn’t finished, so it shouldn’t be judged.”
I really enjoyed this Jeffrey, you have given great voice to the Father Confessor. Very wise words too. I especially liked 'Why do people buy loaves when unleavened biscuits would be enough?'
DeleteLet's see, a nice slice of fresh bread or unleavened biscuits... I can't decide. Faith is now being scrutinized more fiercly and it seems logical the higherups will be concerned. Good one, Jeffrey.
Delete“Faith is like a quilt” and this piece is like a taspestry sewn with words of gold.
DeleteThis is coming together exceptionally nicely, Jeffrey. New insights with every installment.
DeleteThe Absent Father
ReplyDelete“Have you been time travelling again, Timothy?”
“Aw, mum. How can you tell?”
“Biscuit crumbs on the quilt. You always bring back Jammie Dodgers when you go to the 1970’s.”
“Do you think I’ll ever find him?”
“He doesn’t want to be found, Timothy. He’s holed up with the tart with the tie-died tee-shirt. Only your father could hook up with someone who’s young enough to be his great-great grandmother.”
“You miss him too, mum. Admit it.”
“Miss him? Suffice to say I’ll bloody swing for him if his relentless philandering causes a rift in the space time continuum.”
The dialogue here is brilliant David. It tells the reader everything they need to know without any additional text. The prompt words are cleverly interwoven too. I really loved the image and tale tale signs of 'Biscuit crumbs on the quilt.'
DeleteDavid, I love dialogue driven stories and this one is very good. Your use of the prompts was well done. It does beg the question of just who that 'tart' is.
DeleteBrilliant dialogue. So loved this story.
DeleteThey've said it all already - pity is I didn't ready yours before writing mine! So tight the writing.
DeleteIts probably bext not to diddle with relatives when time travelling. Time continuom or not. Well done david
DeleteI really like well done all dialog pieces. And this one was well done.
DeleteDavid's a past master at dialogue stories, this proves it.
DeleteThis is exceptional and related with just the right amount of humour. Who could ask for more?
DeleteThe Secret Armadillo Soldier (SAS) Diaries - entry 95
ReplyDeleteSarg sent the pair of them scurrying off into the discord of the night.
Although the wind was easing, dark clouds, delivering rain, still quilted the moon.
The wind-whipped, sodden, undergrowth lashed their paws and, as they ran, biscuit-brown mud splattered their snouts and scales.
After several miles, Ami’s wounds stung with pain and breathing began to hurt.
The small dillo said nothing but slowed a little as Armi started to grunt as he ran.
Still, they continued running but Armi nudged her flank in thanks.
Given his laboured breathing, it would suffice until they had time to rest
Quilted moon is a great use of the prompt word and a very visual phrase as well.
DeleteAgree with Jeffrey great use of the prompts
Delete"discord of the night" really set this scurrying scene.
DeleteI too liked quilted moon, and dillos scurrying off, and the sodden undergrowth... you get the picture... or more accurately, we get the picture from your magnificent words.
Deletedefinitely 'discord of the night' is one outstanding description
DeleteBrilliant use of the prompt words, Terrie, and some totally outstanding descriptions.
DeleteBiscuit, quilt, suffice
ReplyDeleteUmbrae Calling 5
“We gave it one?”
“Suffice it to say, that’s what was meant by dominion. You’ve become shaped by your thoughts, technology created pop-n-fresh biscuits. People now accept what they’re given, patchwork quilts to sooth their insecurities.” Shadow said.
“Without light, you don’t exist.”
“Without your body I don’t exist, the blind man sees shadows.”
“To light a candle is to create a shadow.”
“You saw Charlize Theron last night, was she as happy as you at the evenings outcome?”
“That was a dream and not real.”
“Let’s not go down the dream vs. reality road right now, not enough time.”
What an allure you are creating, I think the dream versus reality is something we are all struggling with at the moment.
DeleteIf you're going to dream about someone, it might as well be Charlize. The dream vs reality road should prove interesting.
DeleteA very engaging conversation you created in this piece, Jeffrey. Marvelous dialog!
DeleteMost interesting. Your dialogue pieces are constantly intriguing. This is no exception.
DeleteGathering magic – 9
ReplyDeleteBatt had hidden in a chink in stonework between the realms of dark and light when the wizard cast enchantments about the tower to halt all natural bodily needs
Now he watched as stars quilted the sky in a sparkle of light and wispy clouds scurried across the moon, casting shadows on the child’s face.
He stretched his dark wings, ‘I eat fruit, berries and seeds when my belly hurts. It suffices, but there are other things. Water, bread, or biscuits are good,’ He said.
He refrained from explaining that some of what goes in, usually comes out again later.
Terrie, some very nice imagery in your story. The last line did get me to chuckle.Very good job.
DeleteOh my, love "As stars quilted the sky" you paint such a vivid realm.
DeleteAnd having mis-typed it, I am no longer regretted substituting 'quilt' for 'quill' the way you use them.
DeleteThere's Batt lurking between light and dark again. What a mean spell, halting bodily needs. Entertaining piece, Terrie.
DeleteI read your second sentence over and over again, Terrie. It is stunningly beautiful and well crafted!
Deletethe story is gathering magic as it goes and grows in its depth and range.
DeleteThe first word that came to mind after reading this was "enchanting." I really do adore Batt. What a fascinating little creature you have created here.
DeletePastimes And Pleasures
ReplyDeleteMost everybody has a hobby. Some like crafts. Quilting. Knitting. Needlepoint. Others prefer collecting things. Stamps. Coins. Figurines. I'm one of the collectors. For me, it's biscuit tins.
Biscuit tins are useful and decorative objects. Round. Square. Oblong. I'm not fussy. Any shape and size will suffice provided it holds what I want to keep inside.
Care to take a peek at what I stash in my biscuit tins?
I'm more than happy to oblige.
Such a wicked imagination, at least that's what I first thought when I read this story. It could be nothing bad however, that's the way I'd bet.
DeleteI suspect those biscuit tins are a pandoras box
DeleteOooh, shivers of anticipation here, I love a good nose in a biscuit tin... Mine are filled with mandrake root, dragons blood and tooth of dog to name just a few items. Lol. This is just wonderful Patricia, it really stirs the imagination thinking about what could be in those tins.
DeleteI have a tin of buttons, even the idea of which terrifies my brother ... one again you've mapped a path for our minds to travel nervously down.
DeleteI'll take a peek. What could go wrong? What, are you trying ro win two in a row? Really nice, Patricia. K
DeleteYou do so stir my imagination with this one, Patricia. I picture a sweet old lady with a wicked mind. But... she could also be just a sweet old lady. Naa - I don't think so.
DeleteI doubt any character who arrives here is innocent... and the thoughts prompted by this biscuit tin dare not be expressed.
DeleteComing to Terms part 2
ReplyDeleteThe quilt that once adorned your perfect form, still carries your scent.
Although it lays crumpled in the corner, it’s lack of form will not prevent, my mind from wandering to those idle Sunday morns. A lazy Coffee whilst wrapped in bedsheeets, a Biscuit stood to attention, and other things that are suffice not to mention.
All these things are gone now, only the shrill echoes of loneliness and desires that remain unanswered, fill the void.
Emptiness to fill emptiness a cyclical gnawing of the spirit, an ever deepening black hole to avoid, but still I’m drawn by its gravity.
You capture the sadness and emotion of the scene perfectly William. The last line was especially poignant.
DeleteShrill echoes of loneliness and desires is one heck of a line! How you captured the emotion of pain, for that's what loss is, along with some fear. A story worthy of consideration for this week.
DeleteThis an aching piece of retrospection ... so sad.
DeleteSometimes, we make our own loneliness. Nicely done, William.
DeleteA very somber and dark mood there. The last line was awesome.
DeleteA wonderfully somber piece, William. The loneliness and emptiness stand so vividly out.
DeleteBeautifully crafted. I really have nothing more to add to what has already been expressed above.
DeleteThe Secret Armadillo Soldier (SAS) Diaries - entry 97
ReplyDeleteCinereus tended the wounded gerbil. ‘Datura leaf should suffice t’ kill the pain.’
‘‘Ere, don’t that stuff send y’ doolally?’ said Nigel
Cinereus fixed him with a steely stare. ‘You do your yor job, an I’ll do mine.’
Behind the scruffy prophet, a patrol member grinned.
Instinctively, Cinereus span round with an ease that belied his crippled body and wacked the grinning ‘dillo on the scale-quilted rear with his staff. ‘You,’ he said, shaking an empty packet from his pouch, ‘can go get more.
Leaves‘ll be biscuit-coloured, drenched, an’ motley b’now but they’ll do.
Scarper to it, soldier.’
Terrie, for me, the dialect dialogue drives your story, it's what makes them 'human' which at times I forget until you bring it back lines like scale-quilted rear. Another very well presented story in this series.
DeleteI'm running out of fresh words to say how much I'm enjoying these but would say, loud and clear, you need to get them published someday!
DeleteScamper to it, soldier. Little tidbits like this really make these stories so endearing.
DeleteVery nice. I thought I would have trouble with the colloquialisms, but you used them in such a way this dumb Yank could follow the flow quite nicely. Kind of Anthony Burgess like.
DeleteAgree with all the amber and most strongly with Sandra, this needs to be published.
DeleteI just adore some of the dialogue used here. "Doolally"...haven't heard that in years, but still fully cotton to its meaning. And then, there's "scarper." I've always loved that word. It conveys so much more than its definition would express.
DeleteAuto correct is my enema this week (see what happened) , my earlier comment should be “ I agree with all the above and most strongly with Sandra”
DeleteChange of focus [371]
ReplyDeleteTwenty years in the force equipped any copper worth his salt with an instinct for evil. A glance into a villain’s eyes sufficed: coldness, absence of humanity, and DI Pettinger’s quills began to rattle.
Philly Stepcart’s eyes showed anger and concern. Pettinger repeated his question. ‘ID him and we can inform his family. His friends might lead us to his enemies.’
‘Inspector, he had no friends. No family. Only name I have for him is Dodger. Not from Dickens but the biscuit. Jammy Dodger. Except his luck ran out and it wasn’t raspberry jam which leaked from him, was it?’
Obums, just realised I mis-typed 'quilt' as the prompt word when I intended 'quill', which both my offerings contain. Luckily I'm not in the running for a winning spot, so compliance not an issue, and can let them stand in the hope that you'll enjoy.
DeleteSandra, a very well written and enjoyable episode, excellent dialogue and it was easy to visualise this scene. As for not being in the running for winning spot, let our comments guide you. You're an excellent writer.
DeleteI enjoyed how a seasoned cop develops an instinct for evil. Likely true. Loving Philly.
DeleteI can just about cope with the vision of Pettinger's quills rattling, conjures all manner of images which fit well with the rest of the instalment!
DeleteAn entertaining continuation, as always. Pettinger may well have met his match in this Philly Stepcart...in more ways than one. And Jammy Dodgers twice in one week. I am ashamed to say that I have never tasted one...although I've heard very good things.
Delete[Threshold 295]
ReplyDeleteSince Raven left me, sufficiently aglow from three days of love-making to cope with the less-than-rational mood swings which, like wafer biscuits, interspersed, my physical condition had deteriorated. Skin grey and scaly, taut round angled bones, hair wind-tangled, quill-like in its stiffness, and the filthy sand-encrusted cloth which wrapped me needed care if I was to maintain my modesty.
From high he watched the SUV approach. Halt. Door open. Silent man emerge followed by me.
Then Silent man re-entered; drove away.
Left me standing. Alone and exposed.
Raven looking down, inscrutable.
Polly-bright beside him; easy-read triumph bright in her eyes.
Silent man was only making a delivery. The narration marvelously crafts the tension of this scene, though polly-bright's eyes are the judge of triumph. I do enjoy this series.
DeleteYou packed so much powerful copy into your opening paragraph, Sandra. It shines with beautiful language.
DeleteThe two reunite. Looking forward to this conclusion, thats for sure. I do wish you'd get her a new wrap, though.
Deleteso vividly descriptive,right down to the sand-encrusted cloth.
DeleteOh, I do so want to see this potential rival and wannabee get her comeuppance. How dare she look down upon our beloved protagonist with triumph.
DeleteA Dog Tale
ReplyDelete“Bad dog, no biscuit!” said the woman.
‘No biscuit?’ thought the Labrador. ‘Is it the chewed-up quilt? The shit in the closet? The incident with the Amazon guy? Not all that serious if you ask me.’
He watched her cleaning up the poop and waltzed to where the treats were kept. Deftly pawing the cupboard open, he helped himself. ‘No Milk Bones, but Beggin Strips will suffice.’
He hung his head in mock shame as the woman glared at him on her way to the waste can. ‘Humans can be such assholes.’ He felt another shit brewing and smiled.
John, what a great story, one that we all can identify with. I've always thought, what does our dog think when we talk to him. Excellent job.
DeleteThis is great stuff, John. I've had a dog or two that fits this profile perfectly.
DeleteTen out of te for a dog that has more than a desire for subservience.
DeleteI knew there was evil intent hiding behind those angelic fur encrusted eyes.
DeleteWe took in a stray like that, got us all thinking our other dog was miss behaving by stealing eggs and leaving the shells in our dogs bed. An excellently observed tale.
Deleteanimals are smarter than us, they get fed and cared for (mostly) so I am asking how this one won over his carers!!
DeleteThis really should be dedicated to every dog who ever walked on four legs and displayed a fake tail between the legs persona. That mock shame comment is so accurate and I've seen it many many times. Nice one, John. What an imagination you do have!
DeleteBiscuit, quilt, suffice
ReplyDeleteIskaria 10
Averia brought me some freshly baked buckwheat honey biscuits.
“Sorry about your mother. I regret never getting to know her. If it’s a girl, we’ll name her Salamera.”
I took her in my arms and kissed her.
“Thank you for that. We’ll have the ceremony of passing in two ten-days, if that’s okay with you.”
“That’ll suffice and be a great way to honor your mother.”
“Will you have enough time to prepare?”
“The Memory Quilt will be available for all to offer their patches. What’s troubling you?”
“There’re some things I’ll need to do, after the baby is born.”
You had me at freash baked biscuits.
DeleteThis story has everything this guy could need, sadness romance, intrigue and baked goods.
DeleteA terrific story, I wonder what needs to be done after the child is born, rituals, rites or pilgrimage.
Now I'm eager to find out what these future "things" might be.
DeleteA Digital Orange Part 7
ReplyDeleteBiscuit hadn’t seen Woodsie since last wednesday, he normally crashed at his every Tuesday.
Biscuits mum was furious last time he stayed, He threw up on her best quilt after clearing her booze shelf. “Suffice to say you're no longer welcome!” she’d scolded as she threw him out next morning.
It was awkward Woodsie had embarrassing stuff on him, if they weren’t cool, he might broadcast to others. There was only one thing for it he’d have to call Digit and check if he’d said anything. He didn’t want any beef with Woodsie, but would scrap with him if needed.
I like this series, a cyber-punk feel you've create with the slang language. A god flowing story with admirable prompt use.
DeleteYou gotta love a guy called Biscuit. Entertaing read, William.
DeleteOne wonders where the name Biscuit came from. It suggests a number of appealing possibilities, William.
Deleteand how about Digit for a name? great 'crookedness' writing!
DeleteOh, Woodsie, what a little character you are. This would translate so wonderfully into an animated series.
DeletePatricia I have plenty of cctv footage of the inspiration for Woodsies character, so I best not turn it into animation yet :)
DeleteBiscuit, quilt, suffice
ReplyDeleteThe Janus Door VI
Red Mane watched from the trees, as two Ursun peace-talkers moved to meet these new strange Stev-Ka.
"We wish your leaders to speak with," That should suffice thought Great Fish Eater.
With honor they heard the quilting of fear the new Stev-Ka produced. There was no need to fear them, they were peace-talkers.
"Fish Eater, do they understand us? Why else run at our approach?"
“Tree Breaker, I see an honor guard approaching."
Red Mane was so shocked, he shat biscuits. Two paws of these Stev-Ka warriors, shot pointed sticks at Great Fish Eater and Tree Breaker, killing them.
Seems I am set into an ongoing story line. I do like your use of unconventional dialog.
DeleteRed Mane, Fish Eater and Tree Breaker; names that tell it like it is. I wonder what my name would be in this world? One must be quite shocked to have shat biscuits.
DeleteSome innovative and interesting names going on here, Jeffrey. Rather unusual use of the prompt "biscuit," but it seems to fit.
DeleteFor 4/9/2020 – 100 words- biscuit, quilt, suffice
ReplyDelete"A Cicatrical Reminder ll"
“Suffice it to say, creating a quilt is like baking different biscuits shoulder to shoulder in a pan.”
“Really?” Though not listening. Will knew he should respond.
Will’s acknowledgement sounded hollow to Beatrice. She turned. Will was totally engrossed in a repeat soccer game from five years ago. He had tuned out the here and now in the first half.
Smiling now, Beatrice considered revenge. Her eyes searched the tools in her quilting basket.
“You know what they say about dialog?”
“Uh, No dear.”
“It takes two people to have one.”
The quilting ruler found its mark.
And Will jumped.
https://lostinthebozone.blogspot.com/2020/04/a-cicatrical-reminder-ll.html
Ouch! I wonder if Beatrice has a scale of admonishment, I expect quilting ruler is at the higher end just before pinking shears. Perfectly executed.
DeleteSomething tells me this may be based on reality. The automatic response can be irritating to the speaker; even thought the speaker sometimes goes on and on...
DeleteI believe Will got the message and will be more attentive from now on. How subtlety you lead the reader to a great conclusion, MRMacrum!
DeleteOh, how mean ...
Deleteyes, mean but deserved, methinks!
DeleteI'm with Beatrice all the way here. There's nothing worse than being ignored by someone who's watching the television...and I know what I'm talking about from personal experience!
DeleteThat hurt and I was only reading it. Very well done MR.
ReplyDeleteTHE SHADOW SERIES: CONFLICTING EMOTIONS
ReplyDeleteGratification - a deliriously delicious sense of fulfillment. You felt it upon learning that the cute little biscuit down the street had been murdered. You won’t admit it to us, but you, albeit for a short time, reveled in its luscious horror before hiding it beneath your bogus mental quilt of rectitude. But that exquisite gratification still simmers within you, doesn’t it.
I, too, feel it.
And another sensation now haunts you; one asserting that you somehow were involved in that horrific crime. Confusing, isn’t it.
Despair not. Suffice it to say that all will soon be revealed to you.
"deliriously delicious sense of fulfilment" Is an excellent line, woven into a great story.
Delete“Mental quilt of rectitude” the shadow is certainly mocking its host.
DeleteThat opening sentence: sets mind a-pricking with avid anticipation.
DeleteJim, what a great definition of gratification. This is kind of like a hypnotized person can't be made to do something he would not possibly do. The victim is technically innocent, but for how long? A great series you have going here.
DeletePatricia, your Headstrong story ended up posted in Jim's area. Perhaps you can delete it and re-post?
DeleteThanks for the heads-up, John. Now done and dusted.
Deletethis is good! something to puzzle over and decide which way it could go if developed.
DeleteThere appears to be a rift opening in the connection. Just a tiny one for now, but I get the feeling it's going to increase...and then what?
DeleteHeadstrong
ReplyDeleteSometimes, they won't let me have my bedtime snack with the others. They say I steal from their plates or scald them with a hot beverage. So, I'm forced to have my cocoa and digestive biscuits at a table all my myself. They say that will have to suffice until I learn better manners.
Not sure I'm keen to learn better manners.
If I create enough mayhem, they put me in a room that's full of lovely quilts, even on the walls, and I can bang my noggin to my heart's content without it ever hurting.
A punishment isn't a punishment when it's a desire. As a chilled, being sent to my room became an 'nonproblem' as I had my books. Well done narration in this story and excellent scene creation as well.
DeleteThis kid is no dummy. Heck of a plan he came up with to get his way' Plus, he gets a few extra treats, too. Good stuff, Patricia!
DeleteA padded room might be fun at times. Especially if you're not playing with a full deck. No extra comments on this, Patricia. An entertaining story for all ages.
DeleteThere's a lot to be said for eating in solitude ... (and I say it all the time)
Deletea padded room, sometimes it's 'bring it on!' but that was before the virus came. Now I long for the noise, but - clever characterisation here, Patricia, drawn in 100 words/
DeleteOh how I have needed a room like that this week. There have been times when I have not wanted to play nice this week, but back to your tale, it captures the torment and satisfaction of a tortured soul so well,.
DeleteThe Reluctant Hussy
ReplyDelete“Do canned biscuits get better with age?” Misty said as she took another bite.
“I hope so. Three dozen cans in the cupboard will have to suffice,” Patricia said, pulling the quilt tighter around her. She marveled at Misty’s radiance, despite the lack of heat and running water.
Patricia sprang to the window when they heard a car door slam.
“Christ, it’s my brother.”
“Oh my,” said Misty. “Looks like our quarantine party is growing.”
“It won’t be a freaking party. He just pulled a body out of his trunk.” With shaking hands, she reached over and bolted the door.
Ah .. that'll take some dealing with, but I'm sure you're more than capable.
Deleteoh my, what a point to leave a story!
DeleteI had a feeling that brother was going to prove to be more than what initially met the eye. Not sure I want to know more about that body....not sure I have a choice though.
DeleteOkay, cue Erroll Garner music. One would assume that the body is dead. What a nice way to create tension and mystery. A very well done continuation.
DeleteAs has been said, you can't choose your relatives. Such a great, tight, fast-moving tale, John!
DeleteThere may be trouble ahead, ome on sing along. :D
DeleteStop the Week; I Want To Get Off (92)
ReplyDeleteToo many unfilled hours right now, so it’s just as well there are no biscuits in the house. Suffice to day all is dull deadly and undemanding, none of which is any good for me. Lots of painkillers going down, lots of snapping at each other as tensions rise quickly in a ‘smothered in a quilt’ feeling, The Big Daddy Of All saying they are taking care of us (and the PM ending up in hospital) We know it’s all lies and we have to wait it out. It isn’t much fun. Everyone’s saying this too will pass. Hopeful...
I'm with you Antonia. Fingers crossed that this too will pass...eventually.
DeleteNow that is telling it like it is, Antonia!
DeleteIt's definitely a week I'd like to stop and get off. I do wish your PM well. What a shock that was.
DeleteIt will pass and we'll be better for it, however, our lives and world will establish a new normal. I hope and pray that you, Shaun, and the rest of our family here will have as little as possible disturbance due to it.
DeleteAntonia I send a virtual hug your way, from Sussex to the wight. Calm waters this evening. The girls and I are couped up in a too small house for five, Lucky I have an office to hide I. When things get rough.
DeleteThe Mad Italian (151)
ReplyDeleteThere are rebels even now, when the death count is mounting by the hour, who defy the rules and pass on the infection. I have no time for repression but these people are beyond the pale. I would suggest water and dry biscuits for the rest of their lives but even that would not be suffice to satisfy my need for revenge! I seek a quilted smothered silence from their stupid protests. I can say that there is an end in sight, it’s just not given to me to say when – but be aware it will never entirely go away.
Rather ominous words from our Mad Italian this week. But to be honest, I rather suspected such was the case.
DeleteI liked 'quilted smothered silence.' The Italian is a 'tell it like it is' type guy. No nonsense.
DeleteThis pandemic seems to share many traits with tuberculosis. Wonder if any medications/vaccines for that would work on it? I see those 'rebels' every day here. Many have more faith in our elected leader than the experts. I wonder if common sense was more prevalent in Galileo's time than ours? Pne of the best episodes of tis series, Antonia.
DeleteMany Words of truth spoken here. We have an unelected street leader in our cul-de-sac, who parades the street three times a day because of his self appointed position checking we are staying in. According to the cctv footage of him standing on my drive I’ve been unemployed for years. Who knew, not me.
DeleteA true story
ReplyDeleteSomeone had given my dying mother the idea we wanted her chiming clock. Whoever they were, they were wrong. But – when her possessions were divided up, we got the clock. It was delicate, needed re-balancing, it had travelled from the mainland on the ferry and into the house. There it sat, its hands set in a smile.
A night came when we investigated the other gift, a tin or buttons. We sorted; we laughed and grieved. The unwound clock, its key long lost somewhere, began to tick and the smile moved. And we sat and cried.
A nice reprieve from the dark stories, though a little magic may be lingering. Really nice writing here, Antonia.
DeletePerhaps the smile and camaraderie were the key, Another very enjoyable and well done story. Thank you for sharing.
DeleteAntonia, I’m crying too, what a lovely reminiscence
DeleteHow wonderful it is to have such memories, Antonia. They are indeed precious.
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ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful way to help with the current situation. A very enjoyable didy, ead it five times so thanks very much for bringing me a chuckle today, and for that reason alone, worthy of consideration, it's also a dang good poem.
DeleteI missed out the word quilt
DeleteThen add it. Of all the mistakes I've made in my stories, it won't be held against you. Besides, it's still an excellent poem.
Deleteunnecessary Item in bagging area
ReplyDeleteOi Fat boy put those Biscuits back on the shelf,
It’s an unnecessary purchase that will not support your health.
Suffice to say I’m the king of this store and all that passes through,
I’m not a wannabe copper just because I picked on you.
I don’t care that those Easter eggs will normalise life for your kids
Like their teeth they can rot on the shelf, I’ve got a job and don’t need your quids
This is a crisis chum, you need to learn to cope,
As long as your 2-ply quilted ambitions lay within my scope.
Quilted TP, brilliant. Fun piece, William.
ReplyDeletegreat fun, William, it really is!
ReplyDeleteWe are allowed missing words now and then, if we get a smile from it, it's good, right, Sandra???
and thanks for the virtual hug, too.