I’m very late posting last weeks challenge, never mind! The prompt was YELLOW, in honour of the sun the Julia had been enjoying. The new challenge will be out today at http://jfb57.wordpress.com/ meanwhile here is,

Gorse

Each spring, the gorse carpets the heath in golden yellow, reminding me of my loss. I walk the moor to immerse myself in its fragrance, though I can hardly bear it. Never has the extreme weather of 2003 been repeated. Some higher power must have punished me to have swept my child away in the river.
Ten years have passed.
‘God give me a sign; let me know my child is safe’ and then, a few feet from me stood a hare, it eyes, almost human, met mine. I held my breath; time seemed to stand still until it hopped away.

…there’s always a sting in the tail….

This is Julia’s prompt for the 100 WCGU this week. Join in at http://jfb57.wordpress.com/2013/05/27/100-word-challenge-week91/ and here is my attempt.

A tale of Tinks tail.

 Faerie folk aren’t what they seem you know. Did you think that Tink was Miss Goody Two Shoes? Nah, she didn’t mend pots and pans out of the goodness of her heart. He motive was banging us on the head with them. If we managed to duck in time, then the noise would perforate our dainty little eardrums instead. Those wings made her look like a flutterby; but she was a hornet with a sting in her tail. There’s always a sting in the tale, hers gave us sweet witchypoos a bad name, blaming us for her naughtiness. Into the cauldron with her!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

….. the queue was so long …..

You have another 100 words to add, will you join in this week? Visit Julia at http://jfb57.wordpress.com/2013/04/22/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week86/ for more info.

Soup Kitchen

‘See that tall spire?’ said the woman, who wore layers of scruffy clothes, I nodded, thinking that could be me in a few years, if I’m spared. ‘They have food and beds most nights’ she said. Relieved, I went down the hill, but as the light faded so did my energy.
The path levelled out and the spire disappeared from view. My stomach howled, like the wind that blew rubbish around the cobbled maze of streets. I willed my frozen feet forward. A path opened up; there was the church, salvation at last. But the queue was so long, I waited all night for sustenance.

Julia says . . .

‘I don’t know about you but things seem very odd in the meteorological system! The weather is not behaving as it should anywhere in the world. Cue for the prompt:

…the unseasonal weather meant …’

Muddy Hindrance

The unseasonal weather meant that I could really have done with my boots, but I’d left them behind in my panic. Over and over my feet slid and at one point I nearly fell headlong into the canal. Toby wasn’t strong enough to help very much but at least he could shine the torch on the towpath for me. Every few feet there was a crunch as I stepped on a pocket of ice glazing the mud.

Finally we passed the lock.

‘You’ll never treat anyone like that again will you dad? Goodbye, you bastard.’ With one big shove his body sank into the deepest water.

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