100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups Week# 126


Julia says, ‘The prompt this week is:


You can take it anywhere you like but only use 100 words.’
Here are mine.

Meeting Uzo

The familiar smell of coach station enveloped me and I pressed my nose against the window hoping to see another self. Nothing. The little belly flutters shifted up a notch, more like a train in a tunnel now. I realised I had to move from my seat, I was last.

There were many black faces in Birmingham coach station, but one stood out.

‘Sis,’ said the big black bear as he wrapped me up. I felt shy as I raised my eyes to meet his, but there was the mirror I’d waited so long for, in the eyes of my newly found brother.



The Crescent Moon Bear Says No

Julia’s 100  word challenge this week is to take a fairy story and re-write the ending.  I’ve chosen a Japanese folk tale that I love,

The Crescent Moon Bear

‘But the wise woman told me to bring a hair from your throat,’ said Harumi, shaking with fear.

‘She always does,’ the Crescent Moon Bear roared, ‘now clear off.’

‘My husband will die, he’s been fighting wars for years and he’s . . .

‘Traumatised, yes, I’ve heard it a thousand times.’

‘So you’ll help, please? I’ve brought food.’

‘Look, plucking my hair hurts, I know you’ve been through hell to get here, it’s a test. Just be patient and loving. Eventually your husband will get better. GO!’ he shouted so loud that Harumi jumped, ‘leave my food behind, or I’ll eat you.’


In the original, the bear gives the woman a hair from the crescent moon on his throat. When she arrives back down the mountain the wise woman throws it away and tells her to be patient with her husband.

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100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups Week# 123

Julia’s prompt is related to a TV programme this week, but I’ve never seen it so I’m rambling off on my own with non-fiction instead! The words she gave us are . . . but surely it is pointless

100wcgu-7 Not the End of the Line

160 years ago Isambard Brunel engineered the South Devon section of the GWR, a bold construction, four miles of which runs between cliffs and the open sea. Who knows if climate change has caused the tide to turn, hurling that ocean across his railway, battering the cliffs and everything in between, but surely it’s pointless to try to defeat nature?

The journey is beautiful; thankfully Dawlish is getting its heart back. Why not make the line a tourist and leisure route? Billions will be spent either way, but it’s time to build a brand new inland route, to ensure that the South West’s infrastructure is fit for the future.

If you live in the UK, you’ll know what I’m talking about, if not,


and here in an earlier post , some views  from part of the South Devon railway journey, https://lucidgypsy.wordpress.com/2013/06/07/fleeting-a-minute-from-the-train/

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100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups Week# 122

100wcgu-7Julia said ‘the blackness just enveloped me’, and the challenge requires another 100 words, here are mine.

Gomantong Caves

‘We’ll turn the lights off just for one minute’ the guide said. I was scared of the dark, but I’d be okay wouldn’t I? Mark was here. A flick of a switch and the darkness just enveloped me. Every sound was amplified. I tried to reach Mark’s hand, but instead felt something scuttling on the handrail. The single cockroach I’d seen became a thousand in my imagination, and the sweet, sleeping bats were suddenly a murmuration. A silent scream got stuck in my throat and my knees began to crumple.

‘Imagine sleeping here in Gomantong caves?’ said the guide.

Get me out of here.

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups Week# 121

100wcgu-7Julia has been to see Gok Wan so her prompt this week is . . . on the cat walk . . .

The Moment I Wake Up

My first heels. Only an inch high, but oh-so-shiny patent, with little velvet bows on the front. They’re beige, and a perfect match for my shift dress. It’s a soft yellow, big bold flowers and way above my knees.

I’m wearing Miners Dead Beige lipstick and Pan Stick. My hair is tied high with a chiffon scarf, looped into a puffy ball and Linda Wright gave me a squirt of her Aqua Manda.

I’m thirteen, it’s my school fashion show, and I’m strutting on the cat walk in the dress that got me first prize in needlework class.

I Say a Little Prayer.


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100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups Week#119

… whenever I hear it, I think of you …. is Julia’s prompt this week, here are my 100.


Sea King

They rush to get the boys off the football pitch. One, in green shorts and a striped top dribbles a ball in circles, oblivious of the shouts; he’s waiting for grommet surgery. Soon even he hears it, or feels the vibrations, and runs out of the way of the big yellow bird, coming in to land next to the hospital. It’s the Sea King again, whenever I hear it, I think of you.

If the air ambulance had space for both of us, you might have made it too, but it didn’t, they took me, leaving you to bleed.


100Word Challenge for Grown Ups Week#118


Julia has been to a conference this week and took advantage of the opportunity to talk about the childrens version of 100WC which is a huge success in schools around the world. She is always on the look out for people to visit and comment on the children’s writing so if you have a little spare time go and talk to her. The conference inspired her prompt this week,  it was just a sea of faces.

Here is my tongue in cheek attempt.


 I took a bow with the rest of the troop, one – two – three and the music started. It’d been a long time since I last performed that routine, I was desperate to keep up, one step wrong and we would have ground to a halt. I stopped looking at the audience, it was only a four-four beat, but I had to concentrate to get my feet right.

It was just a sea of faces, but I recognised Nina, Lori, Rossi, Louisa, even Dido and Daisy – goodness knows how they snuck in!

My Wii friends had come to cheer Wii Mii on, ahh twenty calories burnt! DSC_0988

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100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups Week #117


‘It’s winter here in the UK and we need comfort!’ Tea, coffee, hot chocolate or . . .

Quite right Julia we do. Here is my response to her prompt.

Spiced comfort

‘Tea, coffee, hot chocolate or?’ these few words uttered by the softest voice were a pleasure to his ears. He chose hot chocolate.

‘Milk, dark, white, with marshmallows, cream on top?’

He frowned, ‘Just dark please.’

‘Mint, mocha?’ he was getting irritated, since when did a hot drink become so complicated?

‘No thanks,’ he sank into an armchair to wait.

She called across, ‘Spice? Ginger, chilli?

His mind whirled, spice? hang on, I remember now. . .

‘Don’t suppose you’d have cardamom?’

She gave him the thumbs up, ‘Two minutes.’

The rich, fragrant liquid permeated his senses and he relaxed.

Ahh, now I’m home.

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100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups Week#116


Remember the Gospel

‘I’ve always wanted to come back child’ he skimmed a pebble.

But where does the water go Pop?’

‘Oh now, remember that ol’ gospel song?’

Sissy remembered good, but she humoured her grandpa, ‘Don’ know if I do, can ya sing it?’

Wash away your sin

And walk with him

Down by the riverside

Won’t you wash away your sin


The crystal water of life

Will quench your thirst

Down by the riverside

If you wash away your sin


You know, I didn’t think I’d live long enough, I washed away my sin.’

‘Aww Pop, you won’t ever die, but where does the water go?’


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100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups Week# 115

Julia’s first prompt for 2014 is, the path ahead . . . Very timely don’t you think?

Here is my entry, a lazy poem of exactly one hundred words.

Ancestral Path

The path ahead carries the imprint of the ancestors,

wide, red and littered with rocks.

 There are many diversions squeezing through tunnels

narrow tracks, and sinking sand.

The path ahead carries the footprints of my ancestors,

who crawled on their knees, jumped for joy,

and stood up for justice

on their journeys through time.

The path ahead is bleached

like the bones of the mothers,

stained with the blood of the warriors,

and flooded with the tears of the children.

The path ahead climbs through forgiveness to freedom

 meandering green to air, fresh and sustaining,

to nurture my infinite descendents.

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