Bunny’s Warren

Part 3 of Bunny. The opening to Beethoven’s Fifth chimed down the hall of the neat mid-terrace. Inside was unnaturally tidy. An upright piano shared the under-stairs space with the electricity meter, and the living room had an open fireplace. The mantlepiece was empty except for a clock with a crack that forked across the … Continue reading Bunny’s Warren

A Cheat’s #Bloganuary week 3

Since I don’t aspire to blog daily, I’m only offering my first thoughts about the week's prompts. 15th Jan: What is a life lesson you feel everyone can benefit from learning? Whoever told you life would be fair? They lied. Life isn't fair. It's never going to be fair, but this doesn't mean you have … Continue reading A Cheat’s #Bloganuary week 3

A Cheat’s #Bloganuary (week 2)

Continuing with my cheat’s version of Bloganuary in a weekly post. Photo by Burst on Pexels.com I don’t aspire to blog daily, but I’m looking over the week’s Bloganuary prompts to pick-and-choose the ones I can think of something to blog about. ### 8th Jan: What do you like most about your writing? I would … Continue reading A Cheat’s #Bloganuary (week 2)

Bunny

In the absence of further blogging inspiration, here's part 1 of a short story (loosely) inspired by the character of the White Rabbit from a writing group prompt. Bunny “Could we divert a library assistant to shelve these returns while I’m at the book meeting? Celia is familiar with their classification.” “I expect it’s time … Continue reading Bunny

#Bloganuary (somewhat late).

To galvanise me into action, I’m taking up the WordPress Bloganuary challenge but with a proviso. Photo by cottonbro on Pexels.com Since... a) I came to this challenge late, b) I don’t aspire to blog daily, c) I have other things to do... I’ll be looking over the week’s prompts and only rambling on about … Continue reading #Bloganuary (somewhat late).

When you’ve nothing to say…

I am in awe of bloggers who find things to blog about daily. I struggle to find material to write about weekly, and I fear my thinking cap went for recycling along with the Christmas wrapping. My usual advice-to-self when I've nothing worth saying is to not say anything at all. However, with Christmas cake … Continue reading When you’ve nothing to say…

Santa’s Workshop

Dealing with Shorty and Griller Santa Nick looked fierce, like a magistrate passing sentence. “What were you doing in my sleigh?” “Waiting for you,” I said without thinking. Then I realised and hung my head, so I didn’t meet Shorty’s glare. But Shorty bounced back, like always. “Yeah, that’s right. We was hoping you’d give … Continue reading Santa’s Workshop

Following Santa

Shorty and Griller spot Santa When Shorty got back, I were sat on the edge of the sleigh watching the holly where we’d last seen Santa. Shorty started unpacking his “shopping”, but I didn’t take my eyes off them bushes till he yelled at me. “Griller! You’re s’posed to have been watching.” He blinked furiously … Continue reading Following Santa