Urbane – from A Daily Word prompt

‘How very normal of you,’ he says, and I don’t think he has listened to a word I’ve said. That’s the trouble with being married to an estate agent, they are always thinking of the next house to sell, and how to make is sound like the perfect place to live. ‘It is in anContinue reading “Urbane – from A Daily Word prompt”

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Choreography A choreography of Harry, crew and others fled to the side of the beach, and watched as their ship disappeared into a mist of misery. It was as if nothing had ever existed beyond that point. We all looked to my mother then, not even sure of what happened. She took my hand, andContinue reading “http://fivedotoh.com/2021/09/11/fowc-with-fandango-choreography/”

Where – Word Prompt

Thanks https://lindaghill.com/author/lindaghill/ for this week’s prompt where. and reposted for https://fivedotoh.com/2022/09/16/fandangos-flashback-friday-september-16th/ When you go away for a few days away, Home a distant memory, but never far from our thoughts, Eating out, walking along the beach, and a night out on the town Realising the pace of life is slower, but then it has toContinue reading “Where – Word Prompt”

Saturday Snippet – It Won’t Happen Again

As she got her old books stamped with the date of their change, Martha’s curdled stomach righted itself. She braced herself against the wind and strode into the distance. Lucy and James hadn’t been thought of in years. That was a lie – she often thought of James. How did Laura get in contact withContinue reading “Saturday Snippet – It Won’t Happen Again”

Friday Find – A Snippet from It Won’t Happen Again

Laura sighed, didn’t speak until she sat down. ‘Mum you don’t have to.’ With her cup held firmly in both hands, Martha sipped at her tea. ‘I’m sorry it’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other.’ ‘I’ve not gone anywhere Mum . . .’ ‘I know, but I’ve been busy, and what withContinue reading “Friday Find – A Snippet from It Won’t Happen Again”

Thursday Thursday – A Snippet from It Won’t Happen Again

‘He . . .’ Her mum crashed on to the bed. ‘Have you somewhere you can go?’ She said quietly, defeated. ‘Yes.’  It was impossible to ignore the pain reverberating around her stomach. Laura chucked Tufty into her rucksack. She wanted to get as far away from this house as possible. Then, and only then,Continue reading “Thursday Thursday – A Snippet from It Won’t Happen Again”