Sorry, sorry, brain not yet in gear since returning home ,(I had a workshop to attend as well) and. having realised my omission I'm now about to go out,
Take duster, lapse, and meddle as words for the coming week and I'll read, comment and declare a winner for on last week's words in the morning.
I mentioned posting new words today (31st) but see no reason not to wait until Friday ...
Thank you for both last week's entries and your understanding of the difficulty of regularly declaring a 'winner'. Last week a perfect example since Terrie and Jim were equally impressive and arerequired to share the space on the podium.
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ReplyDeleteI turned to face Raven. With sincerity, ‘So long as you do not meddle in my conduct of my life I see no need to betray you. Nor have I ever deliberately set out to do so.’
Briefly, his expression was one of affectionate admiration, matching what I believed our relationship merited. It then lapsed as a murmuring from the self-silenced chorus increased, they surprised by the meniality of Indigo Eyes taking a duster from the quad-bike pannier and beginning to remove the grime of our journey – such domesticity alien in their eyes.
they would find it alien, wouldn't they? but like so many things which change, it's a quick step to understanding. Sometimes.
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ReplyDeleteFreed from the meddling of Vanessa Quintain; the stain of his temporary lapse of care in his behaviour towards Philly wiped clean with the oft-employed duster of attention, an excellent take-away and a good night’s sleep, John Pettinger welcomed the opportunity to concentrate on investigating razor-butchered torsos such had been recently found in the river. The usual question of Who? had been answered, although the reason why Goren Dubnovaski had Petzinek – Pettinger’s family name – tattooed on his shoulder blade had yet to be answered. Finding who did it the next step.
Such a great opening sentence, Sandra - a wealth of information.
Deletethis is a quietly controlling demanding set of observations which ring true for so many unscrupulous people...
ReplyDeleteThe boss’ Duster rattled to a stop by the signs for the blocked off road. ‘Mr. Meddle’ got out and went to admire the hole his workmen had made. Boss seemed impressed, but …Who wanted to drive anywhere near roadworks?’ he
ReplyDeleteThree men walking where we had two. Good, we’ll split the leftovers between the zombie and us. Don’t find them around too often. Might take a few photos…
Curiously unsettling (and admiring of the inclusion of the vehicle)
DeleteHow craftily you introduce the zombie, Antonia.
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ReplyDeleteMuleshoe is a ghost town located on the eastern edge of Nevada’s Black Rock Desert. Built in the 1870’s for miners working the nearby copper mines, it quickly lapsed into obscurity when the mines played out in the 1880’s.
I am in Muleshoe, searching for the cowboy ghost tourists claim to have seen in the tumbledown saloon. To encourage rapport with the ghost, I wear a duster like cowboys wear in western movies. I, however, don’t meddle. I simply stand at the bar, hoping the ghost will appear.
I’ve yet to see him, and I’ve been here for 140 years.
Love the laconic dustiness of this - sparks pictures in my mind
Deletesorry for the absence . Changed provider and then am just back on line after over a week due to a fault in my line on the pole outside .
ReplyDeletewhoops was not logged in the above comment is me . :-)
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