Tuesday, 6 November 2012

100 words for grown ups

This week the challenge was a picture:
All the details can be found over on Julia's blog at http://jfb57.wordpress.com/2012/11/05/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week65/

At first I thought I might do something to do with the Ash dieback disease, but I couldn't possibly make light of what is such a potentially serious situation.
So instead I have used the picture to inspire some serious "Girl Power."

I have parent evenings coming up over the next three weeks so will be pretty busy with those and not sure how much time I will have to do the next couple of prompts. I recently sent the synopsis and first part of my nanowrimo to have some feedback from a publisher who were running a charity event .
(Further details here http://www.justgiving.com/MeetandCritiqueVintageBooks ) so am looking forward to hearing back from them with some pointers for improvement.

Other than that, my Grandfather has pretty much got up to the present day with recording his memoirs and I am busy typing up and getting into order. After parent evenings I am going to print out a draft for him to go through, then to get some copies bound. (I have never had anything made into a book - well only my dissertation a long time ago and I don't think that counts! Will be picking people's brains about how to go about getting A4 pages put into book size for binding...

Enough prevarication.
Here is my piece for the challenge.
You can read the rest at http://www.linkytools.com/wordpress_list.aspx?id=170427&type=basic


Comments/critiques welcomed.


Orange Spot


Muriel scrubbed her hands. “That’ll show them, bloomin 

beaurocrats !”  


The letter had  clattered through the letterbox  the previous morning.
“sustainable forestry... carefully selected.... replanting programme...”

 “Yaddayaddayadda.” She  tossed it into the stove. “I won’t let them, I’ll show’em!”


All her life she’d lived there, surrounded by  the trees she’d come to regard as friends.  They’d grown old together.


 Family gone, schoolmates  forgotten: each  tree held a secret from her past. Stolen kisses, sips of beer, engraved letters, the first time... she hugged her knees closer and laughed out loud.


 The truck rolled into view and she sat back to watch...



12 comments:

  1. Love the idea of each tree hlding a secret - especially one involving beer!

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    1. Thanks; glad you enjoyed my light hearted take on the prompt :O) it was a sip of wine first draft but I thought beer suited Muriel better. :)

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  2. Oh I loved that! Bloody well done to Muriel :)

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    1. Thank you...the world needs lots of people like Muriel.( I know several ;) )

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  3. Brilliant take on the prompt.

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  4. Oh, that Muriel! And silly me, I was wondering why she was washing her hands at the beginning of the story! Nice one.

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    1. Thanks; was trying not to give it all away too quickly.

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  5. Ooh, I fear bad things to come. In today's world of outsourcing, probably the company hired to fell the marked trees will just raze them all to the ground.

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    1. Yes, I did wonder if that would be the outcome; I wrote in the hope that the jobsworth hired to do the deed wouldn't be able to cope with the change to his plans so would go back with the job not done...

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  6. Hah, took me two reads to get it, but I like that kind of writing. I wonder if they take them all down though? :(

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    1. Hope not. I am pleased you liked it. I'm trying hard to show more and tell less with my writing...

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