Category: Well, I Never!
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Festival Lane
“Oh, he’s such a dreamboat…” Ann Green stirred her runny porridge with a Sterling Silver spoon held between her right thumb and forefinger. Her elbow rested upon the polished Montgomery and Mattlesham solid oak dining table. “Who is, dear? Take your elbow off the table.” Ann’s mother, Florentine, said without looking up from her Exquisite…
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An Uplifting Thought
Soon the snow Will replace the sun Though not for long For the sun will win And the snowWill once again be gone
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Urrgh!
And the Hallowe’en posts continue! Urrgh. Squelch. Groan. Mmmmm. Ahh. Scratch. Rip. Drag. Squelch. Urrgh. Groan. Mmmmm. Ahh. Shriek. Drip. Squelch. Thud. Urrgh. Slip. Splash. Drip. Ahh. Urrgh.
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Puppets of Time
The ensemble sat motionless. Two minutes until curtain call. Lines not learned, strings not stretched, wires not connected. Frozen not by stage fright, but by design, they all faced forward. The heavy red velvet curtains gathered as they began to rise. The audience settled, sitting in an expectant silence. Time to begin. Four hours later,…
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Aunt Esther’s
The moon looks big and bright in the sky. Aunt Esther’s house always looks imposing when the moon is full and for a few days on either side. I think the shadows make it look worse, especially the one that appears down the left… it makes me laugh as well, as it reminds me of…
The Mansionic Perspective 