When my eyesight was still good, I was a bit of an amateur photographer. This is one of mine.
I just liked this town. it reminds me of my frequent cycling trips to France – this is called Arromanches, in Normandy, right by the D-Day beaches. Arromanches was known in its own right for being the site of an artificial Mulberry harbour, which the allies used to disembark men and materiel before they captured any proper harbours in France, and its remnants can still be seen a little way out to sea today.
This is not a remarkable image but it was appropriate to run alongside the news that I will hopefully be visiting Arromanches once again for the second half of the week.
I will have some devices with me but have no idea whether there will be time, wi-fi or willpower to be active on WordPress. My planned posts are already scheduled, I hope to read some of yours, but I have no specific plans to write spontaneously while I am there.
I’ll say more this evening.
inspired by Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC) of 18 July 2021, thorough.
A street-cleaner friend from Alsace,
Kept his home looking spotless, first class,
As he tidied the borough,
Then at night slept with broom up his ass.
inspired by Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC) of 17 July 2021, realm.
Touring kingdom, king passed by some trees
Breathed in pollen and gave a great sneeze
His knees started to swell,
Then he let out a yell,
He had come down with Dutch Realm Disease.
Dutch Elm Disease is a fungus which attacks mainly elm trees, often with fatal consequences. It gets around, spreading through both Europe and North America, although it is thought to have originated in Asia. It only acquired the name Dutch because it was first pinpointed by Dutch botanists in the 1920s.
This is my response to the Flashback Track Friday prompt, where we were given Got To Give It Up by Marvin Gaye and challenged to:
Write about something that you need to give up.
Continue reading “Dragging It Out”
I tried that 100-word story prompt again this month. The prompt is good through the end of July, if you feel like trying. The prize is that they republish your flash, no money involved. The image this month was:
“How much more, Jose?”
“Shouldn’t be long. Almost through.”
The two sweated by the side of the tomb. Robbing graves was hard work, thought Miguel as he swigged the water. Come on Jose, one final heave.
“Miguel!”, hissed Jose, “It’s moving!”.
Miguel rushed to help, spilling the water down his already-filthy checked shirt, and using the last of their combined strength, the two eventually prised the tomb open.
Miguel overflowed. “We’re rich, Jose, rich! Now, crawl inside and bring us some treasure”.
Minutes later Jose re-appeared, his hands empty except for a half-brick. Attached was a note. “Too late, sucker.”
Used to be,
You drove me crazy.
You drive me crazy.
inspired by Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC) of 16 July 2021, altruistic.
Made his fortune from mining and blasting,
Built a church, promised life everlasting,
But his tomb in Pine Hill,
Now makes fine urinal,
In a fate we might say in contrasting.