Today’s ‘inspiration’ (do not make any assumptions about another ‘inspiration‘ tomorrow – such is highly unlikely) comes from Meg who reports to me that her cat murdered a mouse in her upstairs bedroom overnight (though the cat probably views it as more akin to a political assassination) and left her with the task of disposing of the body.
Only up to a point. Eventually it’s just too late.
I decided to look at some posts this morning and find one fairly randomly and respond. The winner (a fairly dubious honour, to be sure) was Cheryl who drew attention to the various choices of clothing that one may be confronted with on any particular day – though her chosen models all seemed to be preparing for the beach. I think her premise is that there comes a time when comfort is the only real consideration.
But one cannot help but reminisce about days when it wasn’t so.
Some of you may have taken mild interest in my regular attempts to impress the judges of the NYC Midnight competitions and my consistent failure to do so.
I really had no intention of entering the 100 word story competition. I find it impossible to describe a cornflake in 100 words let alone create something that might pass as a story.
Anyway, my resolve eventually weakened about a day before the entry deadline – a decision that I regretted a day later when I was assigned Romance/Riding on a train/Simple.
Honestly forces me to reveal the sad result ……
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I remember the world thundering by. Our destination almost upon us.
The rattle and rumble of the tracks like gunfire above which we hear only each other’s thoughts. She takes my hand in hers.
School bags at our feet. For these were simple times. Or seemed so.
A shock of air through the carriage as we hurtle into the black cocoon of the tunnel. She leans forward to kiss me.
Then suddenly into the blinding light of the station. She is on her feet. Smiling. Suppressing a giggle. And then gone. Until tomorrow.
For as long as tomorrows might last.
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Looking back on it now I realise that there is obvious room for improvement – but I was in a hurry at the time. Also ….. I should point out, before the grammar nazis jump on me, that the potentially confusing changes in tense are deliberate. They make sense to me, though probably not to the judges.
Meg, Cyranny and Sam all joined me in this competition and I certainly wish them luck.
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