Daily Prompt

Imaginary

‘Where’s Sarah today?’

‘She’s gone to America?’

‘America?’

‘Yes, America.’

‘But she was only in London yesterday.’

‘So?’

‘Well America is a long way from London?’

‘She likes to travel.’

‘She must do. What else does she like?’

‘She likes playing.’

‘What does she like playing?’

‘She likes playing fairies.’

‘Who does she play with?’

‘Me of course.’

‘Does she have other friends.’

‘No, only me.’

Mother goes outside to hang the washing out on the line. When she comes back someone has taken out a packet of biscuit and there are crumbs and broken biscuits everywhere. Her daughter is playing innocently on the floor with her favourite dolls.

‘What happened here?’

‘It wasn’t me, it was Sarah.’

‘I thought Sarah was in America?’

‘She just came back.’

 

Inspired by an Imaginary childhood friend.

Buff tailed bumblebee

Buff tailed bumblebees, Bombus terrestris, are one of the twenty species of bumblebee found in Ireland. They are very similar to white-tailed bumblebees, Bombus lucourum, in fact they are so similar that it is impossible to tell the workers apart. The Queens, who emerge in spring, are quite distinct though.

As the name suggests the buff tailed bumble has indeed a tail that is buff coloured (see photos above). While the white tailed bumbles (see photos below) have much whiter tails. On closer inspection, you may also notice the difference in the yellow banding. The yellow bands on the white tailed bee are more lemon yellow.

Inspired by today’s Daily Prompt: Buff

Oversight

She told them it was an oversight.  Yes, they had filled out the right form and given the correct deposit, but no, there was no room for them because someone had forgotten to give them the second form. Without the second form she could not issue them with a key for the room. No, it was not just a matter of them filling in the form now. The form needed to be checked and signed off by one of the supervisors. No, all the supervisors finished early on a Friday and they would not be back till Monday morning. Yes, she understood that they had nowhere to stay, and yes, she was very sorry but really there was nothing she could do. Yes, she knew it was snowing and minus ten outside. But really it wasn’t her problem.

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Someday

Someday I’ll wish upon a star.…….. The words from ‘Somewhere Over the Rainbow’, a song I have loved since childhood. The Wizard of Oz is one of the few films I remember watching as a child, on an old black and white TV, that sometimes went fuzzy so you had to bang the side or top of the TV to get it going again. Do you remember those days?

Some days I wonder, if like Dorothy in the film, we will wake up where the clouds are far behind us?  It seems we live in trouble times. Both on a personal level and on a wider scale I find the world is a challenging place.

Like Dorothy though we must all follow our own yellow brick road. We do not know what challenges lie along that road and no doubt on the way we will make our own friends, just like Dorothy did; Scarecrow, Lion and Tin man; and maybe our own enemies (like the Wicked Witch of the West). Dorothy stuck with her friends though and together they did get to the Emerald City. And even though the Wizard was not what they had hoped for he did give them each a gift. We may find ourselves lacking in some traits (like the lion lacked courage) but by working together we can be strong and can reacch our goals.

Like Dorothy, many of us would like to find our own place were dreams really do come true. But perhaps like Dorothy we don’t need to look too far, and that at the end of the day there is really no place like home.

 

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via Daily Prompt: Someday

Unfinished

Oh there are so many unfinished pieces of writing drifting like ghosts around the computer hard drive. Unfinished stories, unfinished poems, unfinished novels. I will start with great gusto; allocate an hour or two each day and get lots done. Then like a steam train out of coal I begin to slow. Then work or something else gets on the track, blocks the way and that is it. I can find the unfinished piece months, maybe years later, wallowing in my creative writing folder, sitting there unloved, and unfinished!!

 

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via Daily Prompt: Unfinished

Fragile

No weekly photo challenge this week so thought I used the daily prompt “Fragile” instead.

Butterflies are amazing creatures. Seemingly fragile they manage to survive all an Irish summer can throw at them; some get a bit battered looking but they are no less beautiful.

Why not plant a few flowers in your garden to attract some of these wonderful creatures?

 

SOLITUDE

Mil liked being alone. It was so much easier than dealing with people. Having company was over-rated in her opinion. Living in a big city it was easy to find solitude. She could find it walking down the canal path; she could find it in the archives library; she could even find it walking down Grafton Street, because everyone else was so busy with their own lives that she never had to make eye contact with them.

Here on the west coast, in her grandmother’s cottage, solitude was harder to find. Here she was isolated from the rest of the world, miles from anywhere with the Atlantic ocean on one side and miles of bog on the other, with just the odd house dotted here and there. But there were too many ghosts. Around each corner something else would trigger a memory. The rusty gate tied with the blue baling twine – her grandmother shouting at her because she hadn’t tied the gate properly and the wind had blown it open and the cows had got out; the abandoned lobster pot at the pier – Walt teaching her and Jack to fish for crabs; and in the distance out at sea the island that would always taunt her, always remind her of what was lost. It was as if every stone had a ghost, and they each in turn mocked her solitude.

 

Solitude