Sun through the trees

Through the Rough

This week’s 99-word flash fiction challenge on Charli’s Carrot Ranch, will be presented to Sue Vincent as part of a celebration event for Sue and her writing. 

Sue is a much-loved member of the blogging and writing community. At the moment she is facing a battle with her health and all the writers at Carrot Ranch are coming together to support Sue through their stories. You can read about Sue HERE!

The prompt for this flash is; In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about life as a river of consciousness.

Through the Rough

As a young girl, under the watchful eyes of my father, I paddled with the minnow in the shallow part of Dundragon River. The safe part, where the water flowed gently across a million pebbles.

As years passed, I ventured further up the river. Deeper, muddier waters, where I learned to trust my own judgement in the absence of my protector. Tread carefully or be swallowed.

Keep my head above the water and prepare for the inevitable ripples. When the dam breaks, keep swimming, knowing that those watchful eyes will guide me across the rough, to gentle waters again.

 

 

The Fragrance of Christmas

Christmas is a time for nostalgia and tradition. Traditions are an opportunity for us to create long lasting memories, and the smells that surround us at Christmas time plays a part in creating these memories. The link between our sense of smell and our memory is the reason why the many different aromas that waft through our homes around Christmas time, has the power to evoke memories of Christmas past.

Because we all have different experiences and memories, we all have different preferences when it comes to smells. Therefore, it is important that we surround ourselves with scents that make us feel good and remind us of happy times.

Aromatherapy with the use of essential oils, is one of the easiest and most natural ways of evoking happy memories. They also have the added benefit of relaxing, uplifting or energizing you at the same time. Mix and dabble with these wonderful oils to create your ideal Christmas fragrance.

Continue reading “The Fragrance of Christmas”

White Shaggy Dog

Loathing – My Friday Feeling

Owning a puppy is quite like having a child. They need feeding and watering and lots of love and affection. I’m not an animal expert at all, but common sense—and my puppy—tells me she needs playtime and exercise too. 

Cotton is only six months old and already she knows by routine when it’s meal times, back garden time, playtime and her favourite time of the day, walkies! Whether I’m in the mood or not she won’t leave me alone until she gets her harness and coat on, so it’s good for me too. Little Miss Nine also likes it; she brings her basketball so she can practice bouncing along the way.

So, you know when your baby poos in her nappy…and you change that nappy…and put on a nice clean fresh one! Thankfully that’s one thing we don’t need to put on our puppies. But what we do need to do is scoop up their poop. Not just when they’re babies, but forever! A puppy is for life and so is scooping up their poo peeps, whether you like it or not. I never leave for our walk now without my little black poop bags. 

So you can imagine my disgust when my child’s basketball bounced into somebody else’s dog’s poo. It ended up on her hands and her jacket. Revolting! I was so angry at the owner of that dog. It’s irresponsible and it’s disrespectable for other walkers. Years ago I got some on my pram wheels. I know a man who pulled his cabin bag through dog poo on his way to the train station. 

How hard is it? Why can’t dog owners just do it? Is it laziness, fear, or ignorance? It’s actually not that difficult. Watch this short tutorial on how to cleanly pick up your dog poo. 

No more excuses people. Scoop up your dog’s poop!

 

Elderly man sitting at a lake

George is my Friend

We judge people all the time. We decide who we want in our lives and who we want as our friends. Of course we do! The people in our lives are important to us. They help us along. They have be compatible with us. It’s not always easy to find these special people.

We meet people in so many different ways. Through those we already know, our friends and family, through work or just by chance. We silently check them out. We look them up and down, listen to their views, work out whether we like them or not. Did we click? Will we be friends? Rivals maybe?

Do you rush into relationships with people or do you sit back and let the universe decide?

I have always given people the benefit of the doubt down through the years. It hasn’t always worked in my favour though. But I do believe that the unfavourable souls I’ve encountered have helped me to appreciate the more harmonious people in my life. These days I’m more inclined to let the universe decide for me. It’s easier!

However, I still can’t stop talking to strangers, but I do keep my distance—physically and mentally.

For Charli’s 99 word flash fiction challenge this week, she prompts us with Avocado Toast. (I almost did a bold thing and feigned a sickie) But I slapped my own butt and got out my favourite fat pen and picked my own brains.

 

George is my Friend 

I often passed him by; the man sitting at the lake in a black shabby coat, and tattered old cap. Today I stopped.

‘I’m George. I’m 79 today,’ he smiled. He told me about himself. He offered to share his special birthday picnic with me. I declined, as I watched his dirty hands lifting the lid of his lunchbox.

‘Actually…yes please,’ I blurted.

He cut his avocado in half. He handed me my share, and a tiny wooden spoon.  

‘A birthday toast to you George.’

When we bumped our avocado halves together, I knew I’d made a new friend.

Avocado split in two

Regret

Time is precious. I think we value it more as we get older. When I was young I lived for the present and could only see what was happening in the ‘here and now’. I wanted to stay in bed late at the weekends, especially if I’d been out the night before. I can’t do that now. Those early morning hours are my favourite time of the day.

Some might say it’s a good thing; live in the present, be mindful, don’t worry about the past and let the future take care of itself. But like everything, it’s getting the balance right.

Time is so easily lost. We don’t always realise until later that we wasted our time on things that were of no benefit to us or those around us. Sometimes we waste time on people who don’t appreciate us. We often let people steal our time too. Sometimes we regret not having spent enough time with those we love, especially those who love and respect us back. It’s with experience and wisdom that we learn to recognise the difference.

Charli’s 99 word flash fiction challenge this week is about lost time. In 99 words, no more, no less, write about lost time. We are Holistic gets this week’s flash fiction post… Tasheenga’s blog, is okay with that. (Very hard to keep them both happy)

Regret

Rose opened the shabby old shoebox.
‘All my favourite things,’ she said softly with her hand on her heart. ‘You kept them.’
She rummaged through the box and lifted out a brown rubber watch.
Laughing she said, ‘Matt gave me this when we were eight.’
Nancy dabbed her eyes with her hanky. ‘I’m so sorry Rose…and ashamed. I’ve missed so much.’
‘We all have Mam. I’m sorry too, for staying away.’  
The doorbell rang. ‘Are you ready?’ Rose asked.
Nancy nodded. Yes, she was at last ready to welcome her son-in-law Matt, and to finally meet her twenty-eight-year-old grandson.

old teddy bear on park bench
Image by vargazs from Pixabay

If you you like creative writing but don’t have much spare time, these flash fiction challenges are fun to do.  They exercise your mind – and your writing muscles. It’s quite therapeutic too. Check it out over on Carrot Ranch. Thank you for reading!