Friday, 16 December 2022

Blind dating?

 Apologies : I do realise that on several occasions I’ve made a mess of the deadline dates. In part it was lack of a wall calendar, a problem addressed for next year by buying myself one, but I have double checked those below and trust I do better in 2023.

 This week, three entries and a proper choice to be made. Despite the gruesomeness of Jim and Antonia’s pieces I pick David’s ‘A berry Christmas’ for the smoothness of its delivery. 

Words for the coming week: darn  scratch unconscious 

Entries by midnight  Thursday December 22nd, new words Friday 23rd. Deadline thereafter maybe a couple of weeks. Shall we say New Year's Eve?

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  1. A great entry last week, David! Congrats!

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  2. Seasons Greetings and Happy Holidays to all my former Predictioners.
    Continue to keep that plume waving in 2023.

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    1. And to you Patricia - would be good if you could re-join us.

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  3. Change of focus [496]

    Unconsciously, Pettinger had given the torso Gunita’s name ; she first to mind for his having spent more time gazing at her face. Enough time entwined with her body to know these genitals wrong for her (but he had no doubt – had always known – she also knew them far too well. The twin’s behaviour had scratched to ribbons the tolerance of a society whose laxity of morals was well known, and the straight-laced, who tried to darn their reputation; to bring it to some semblance of decency, soon gave up.
    Only surprise was that Goren had survived so long.

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  4. [Threshold 418]

    But I’d been wrong before, and the insistent scratch of doubt a reminder I’d too often been unconscious of my long-held and potentially damaging prejudices. Even after I’d established a particular shade of blue eyes too often a catalyst for dislike – and this man’s matched them perfectly – I’d found it hard to avoid the need to invisibly darn the hole the acid of my temper created in what passed as my humanity.
    Raven’s eyes, switching between us, a two-tone mix of warning – me to behave and Indigo eyes to beware. Maybe – although I trusted not – he even hoped to see me vanquished?

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    1. good job no one has asked which one of rhese ongoing series do we like best -Threshold fr me, the precision of the senences in this series is so good. The insistent scratch of doubt...classic clean honed writing.
      (|is there suh a thing?)

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    2. Thank you, Anonymous (Antonia?) I think I prefer Threshold - am too conscious of the appallingly careless lack of continuity poor Pettinger has been subjected to. Bu isn't it interesting how being forced to include random prompt words often forces precise use of accompanying words?

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    3. '...invisibly darn the hole the acid of my temper created..." = beautiful!

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  5. SOMETHING SILLY
    It was the night before Christmas, and all ‘cross the land, Not a creature was stirring, in air, water or sand. The world seemed unconscious, or just didn’t care That its creatures were silent, or not even there. But how could the world not give a darn That a fool like me would be spinning this yarn? I’m sitting here now just scratching my head, Wondering if I just said what I said.

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    1. And brilliantly said, Jim. I was wondering whether anyone would use 'darn' that way, so doubly appreciated.

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    2. Antonia - this is flat out brilliant, Jim!

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    3. Antonia says - thank you!

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  6. Antonia Woodville -
    Really?
    Really sorry, no inspiration this week
    Which is a shame cos the theme is getting good
    I mean, who writes about rats? Other than me
    And who would fall down unconscious if they saw them –
    And do we care –no, and when it happens
    We’d grab a giant darning needle and puncture
    a few inflated egos – not mine, I don’t care and if I did I’d tell these people even a scratch might make you ill and see them run screaming from the laboratory.

    Who let us in anyway?

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    1. Whoever, I'm delighted that you found your way (and reminded me to seize my darning needle to go poke holes in Dundee cake and Christmas pudding prior to trickling in spoonfuls of brandy)

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    2. No one writes about rats as beautifully as you do, Antonia.

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