This is my response to the Flashback Track Friday prompt, where we were given Cry To Me by Solomon Burke and asked:
This is my second response to the Flashback Track Friday prompt, where we were given Breakaway by The Beach Boys and challenged to:
Create something which links to the name of some confectionery.
I already posted my main response to this prompt this week (here) but thought you might enjoy this, too.
My prompt link here is straightforward enough. In the UK there is a brand of boxed chocolates called Black Magic, so I thought I’d post my own black magic today.Continue reading “Black Magic”
This is my response to the Flashback Track Friday prompt, where we were given Born on the Bayou by Credence Clearwater Revival and asked:
What hoodoo can you chase down about the place that you were born?
Okay, this ditty basically reads as a limerick, but I don’t form it as such, simply because it has four verses.Continue reading “The Way I Tell ‘Em”
This is my response to the Flashback Track Friday prompt, where we were given Get Ready by The Temptations and asked to simply:
Write a fairy tale.
I felt that my original story had quite some more mileage, so here’s a second part, which I’m presenting today as my fairytale. You’ll understand why at the end.
Although it was only a short distance to the gallery, it was still raining. Rico himself opened the door, his normally floppy dark hair slicked back for the occasion, and looking distinctly uncomfortable in a shirt and tie. The girls rushed past him, into the warmth, and once they were safely inside, there were kisses all around. Both Christa and Marianne had met Rico before, through Caro.Continue reading “Closure”
This is my response to the Flashback Track Friday prompt, where we were given Light My Fire by The Doors and asked:
What’s the biggest fire you’ve started?
It had been a long day, and Dom was looking forward to unwinding in a long, hot bath.
He had met Dick at Joe’s Bar, and over time, the two became friends. They were both professionals, Dick was an architect and was fifteen year’s Dom’s senior. Where Dom was starting his career, Dick was already climbing the ladder, he had worked hard, bought himself a large house, had given up his steady income and was using his architect skills – and his builder connections – to renovate it.Continue reading “Quenched”