She wasn’t sure why she waited to call the police. Part of her was still frightened of Thomas. Five minutes after her final call, her mobile rang urgently. Rushing to answer, Martha instantly answered. ‘Thomas, is that you?’ The line was silent for a few seconds and Martha was about to put the phone downContinue reading “Thursday Tales – A Snippet from It Won’t Happen Again”
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From word prompts – Pirate in Training
https://fivedotoh.com/2021/08/26/fowc-with-fandango-throat/ https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2021/08/26/your-daily-word-prompt-Tardy-ydwordprompt-august-26-2021/ ‘Thank God you are safe,’ Mary says, bringing me into a hug. ‘I was so worried about you.’ ‘Have they treated you well?’ Mary’s smile reaches towards her eyes and falters. I can tell she is fearful, but not for herself. Sarah is not much older than I am, and James a headstrongContinue reading “From word prompts – Pirate in Training”
Pirate in Training – From Word Prompts
https://fivedotoh.com/2021/08/25/fowc-with-fandango-forward/ I am left alone in my comfortable prison, aware of nothing more than the lies my mother told me. The memories stolen from me because she wanted me to be free of the chains of the sea. Who made the choice to prise us apart? How could a mother choose between her children? PerhapsContinue reading “Pirate in Training – From Word Prompts”
A Day at the Farm
I start my new job next week, so I am taking all the chances of spending time with my daughter, granddaughter, and grandson. We gave him the choice of whether he wanted to stay at home or go to the farm. At thirteen you don’t just assume. He wanted to go, and I’m looking forwardContinue reading “A Day at the Farm”
Wednesday Wishes – A Snippet from It Won’t Happen Again
As the hours ticked by and the ten o’clock news started, Martha’s worries about Thomas began to deepen. She had assumed that Thomas had gone to Elizabeth, but what if he staggered into the road; been knocked over? She listened to the local news. Nothing was reported. She picked up her mobile and dialled hisContinue reading “Wednesday Wishes – A Snippet from It Won’t Happen Again”
Pirate in Training – Altruistic
https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2021/08/25/your-daily-word-prompt-Altruistic-ydwordprompt-august-25-2021/ ‘So how are you doing this witch?’ he asks, taking a step closer to me. He looks deep into my eyes, and touches my cheek with his calloused hand. ‘I’m not doing anything,’ I say, more calmly than I feel. ‘Your father was Captain Toby Blue Beard. As a child I was aboard thisContinue reading “Pirate in Training – Altruistic”
Word Prompts – Pirate in Training
https://fivedotoh.com/2021/08/24/fandangos-story-starter-8/ The Word of The Day is KAKORRHAPHIOPHOBIA. I could feel the beads of perspiration forming on my forehead as he slowly steered me away from the ship, and on to the Blue Lagoon. The last time I was on this ship – I was two years old. My father was singing me a sea shanty,Continue reading “Word Prompts – Pirate in Training”
Tuesday Thinking – A Snippet from It Won’t Happen Again
The Parker pen fell from her hands, and she couldn’t stomach to read what she had just written. A profound breath in, she closed the diary. She thought of the others in the chest in the loft. They weren’t all full of hate. Some of her early musings were full of praise for Thomas. OverContinue reading “Tuesday Thinking – A Snippet from It Won’t Happen Again”
From word Prompts – Pirate in Training
https://fivedotoh.com/2021/08/24/fowc-with-fandango-hint/ https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2021/08/24/your-daily-word-prompt-vacuous-ydwordprompt-august-24-2021/ Hint and Vacuous The vacuous air stifled my spell like snuffing out a candle. I tried not to sweat, but I felt no compassion behind his eyes. My mother used to say they were a window to what was beneath. It was like his curtains were closed to all but me. ‘Your spellsContinue reading “From word Prompts – Pirate in Training”
Monday Misery – A Snippet from It Won’t Happen Again
As she struggled across the living room carpet, rough fibres felt like needles against her stockinged feet. The front door was ajar, and she peered across the winter mist. Nobody was there, but a black cat on their rubbish bin outside. It had got dark. The wind whipped around the lit lampposts. Thomas’s Honda wasContinue reading “Monday Misery – A Snippet from It Won’t Happen Again”
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