WRITESPIRATION @sacha_black #103 52 WEEKS IN 52 WORDS WEEK 7 Jack and Jill #FlashFiction

This post was written in response to Sacha Black’s weekly prompt for 2017 (52 weeks in 52 words).  Join in here!

Sacha will post one prompt a week for 52 weeks, and the challenge is to write a story in just 52  words exactly. The value of conciseness for a writer is invaluable, as Sacha herself reminds us: ‘The art of being concise is nothing if not a muscle flexing ‘write’ bicep curling device’. This weeks’ prompt ‘The distance between,,,’ 

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The distance between words and meaning

Part I: Jill

‘Coffee?’

I cringed. ‘Sorry, busy.’

‘What about a film tomorrow?’

God, he’s slow. ‘Working late.’

‘Let’s drive down to Brighton for the weekend.’

Why doesn’t he get it? ‘My sister’s visiting.’

‘Something wrong?’

At last! ‘No, just busy this week.’

‘Let me know when you’re free.’

Never for you. I smiled. ‘Sure.’  

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Part II: Jack

‘Coffee?’ I offered

‘Sorry, busy.’

Let’s try again. ‘What about a film tomorrow?’

‘Working late.’

She needs a break. ‘Let’s drive down to Brighton for the weekend.’

‘My sister’s visiting.’

Family problems. ‘Something wrong?’

‘No, just busy this week.’

‘Let me know when you’re free.’

She smiled. ‘Sure.’

She’s worth waiting for.

 

The difference between words and meaning or semantics (linguistic meaning) and pragmatics (contextual meaning) is a favourite subject for many linguists, and let’s face it, they have plenty to investigate!

We actually rarely say exactly what we mean, mainly because social etiquette values politeness over honesty. That means we expect people to understand what we mean, without saying the words we really feel because they would be considered impolite or inappropriate.

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What we say and what we mean in translation!

Fortunately, there is usually a mutual understanding in a shared culture, but even then, there are some serious misunderstandings, as shown in my two flashes above.

Why is Jack insistent? Why doesn’t Jill want to go out with him? Why doesn’t he get the subtle message?

What if they’re both more honest with their intentions?

 

Part III: Jack and Jill.

‘You look lovely today,’ said Jack.

‘I’m busy,’ replied Jill.

‘Have dinner with me tonight.’

‘Don’t want to.’

‘Come to Brighton for the weekend.’

‘No way. Not again.’

‘What’s wrong?’

‘It’s over.’

‘Why?’

‘We work together. There’ll be gossip, Mr. Smith.’

‘And if I weren’t your boss?’

‘Fire me and find out.’

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I could go on, the possibilities are endless, but I think I’ll stop here, for now. 

Jack’s intentions are pretty clear, but what about Jill’s? Any guesses on what Jill means by that last line?

Reaching 1,000 Subscribers: A Review of my Walks and an Insight into the London Wlogger

I don’t usually reblog, but I couldn’t resist sharing these London walks with you all. The most beautiful city in the world, why else would Chaucer, Shakespeare, Dickens, Galsworthy (to name a few of the writers I most admire), have been so inspired by this ever-changing city?

I am looking forward to following London wlogger’s walks, as soon as possible, which will probably be in a while…

Meanwhile I’ll enjoy reading and looking at the lovely photos, and I hope you do too!

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A few days ago I surpassed the dizzy heights of 1,000 subscribers! A MASSIVE thank you to everyone that follows my blog! So this week I’m doing something a little different and looking back on all of my previous walks over the past three months. Also I’m going to provide some useful insights behind my walks that you might not normally get to know from each of my routes!

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My walks have taken me to the parks, markets, squares, streets, bridges, and riverside views, whilst uncovering the capital’s true hidden gems! Here’s quick recap of them all!

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My first walk visited some of the capital’s famous parks and palaces! My journey started at Victoria Station before heading to Buckingham Palace via St James’s Park and The Mall. I ended up at London’s smallest Royal Park, Green Park! Discover more of the journey and the history of these…

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#FridayBookShare ‘The Ladies’ Room’ by Carolyn Brown

#FridayBookShare was created by Shelley Wilson for book lovers to share what they’re reading. The idea is to answer a few simple questions about the novel and post on Fridays.

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Today, I’d like to share The Ladies’ Room by Carolyn Brown.

I can’t remember how I came across this book, but I was impressed when I saw it had over 8,000 reviews on amazon.com, and after reading it, I can understand why. It’s a fabulous novel.  

First line of the book.

If I wiggled again, Great-aunt Gert was going to sit straight up in that pale pin coffin and give me an evil glare the way she used to when I was a child and couldn’t sit still in church.

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Secrets told in the church ladies’ room are supposed to stay in the ladies’ room. But that doesn’t mean that what Trudy overhears there during her great-aunt Gertrude’s funeral won’t change the rest of her life.

Trudy has a daughter in the middle of a major rebellion, a two-timing husband who has been cheating for their entire married life, and a mother with Alzheimer’s residing in the local nursing home. She doesn’t really need a crumbling old house about to fall into nothing but a pile of memories and broken knickknacks.

Billy Lee Tucker, resident oddball in Tishomingo, Oklahoma, lived next door to Gert, and in her will she leaves him the funds to help Trudy remodel the old house. That’s fine with Billy Lee, because he’s been in love with Trudy since before they started school. And just spending time with her is something he’d never ever allowed himself to dream about.

A beautiful home rises up from the old house on Broadway, and right along with it rises up a relationship. But is Trudy too scarred from what she heard in the ladies’ room to see a lovely future with Billy Lee?

Introduce the main character using only three words.

I’m afraid I need six words today! Trudy starts off by being gullible, good natured,  and submissive, but as the novel progresses, she becomes assertive, brutally honest, and courageous.

Delightful design (add the cover image of the book).

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Audience appeal (who would enjoy reading this book?)

Anyone who likes a contemporary family drama with plenty of heartache, which is also humorous, romantic and uplifting.

Your favourite line/scene.

Everything happens as a result of Trudy accidentally overhearing a conversation by two of her spiteful cousins, while she’s in the ladies’ room. This is what happens after she leaves.

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I walked out of the ladies’ room with my shoulders straight and a fake smile on my face. A lady kept up appearances and never lost her dignity—even when her world had just shattered around her in the stall of the women’s bathroom.

Marty, Betsy, and I were required to ride together in the limousine to the cemetery for the final bit of the service. They were whispering when I crawled inside. At least the fat escaping through the hole in my panty hose reminded me that I had a murder weapon at hand. I could strangle them and then shove half my Snickers bar into each of their mouths after they were dead and swear they’d both choked to death while weeping for Great-aunt Gert. No one would doubt frumpy old Trudy’s word.

“How you holdin’ up?” Marty asked.

“I’m just fine,” I told her.

“Well, you look like warmed-over sin,” Betsy said.

“And you look absolutely beautiful,” I said sarcastically.

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See my full review here on amazon.

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#1lineWed Love her! #FlashFiction

#1lineWed theme for this week is Love.

My tweet: Love her if she makes you happy or sad. Love her if she heals or hurts you. Love her because you have to love her. Just Love her.

Such a wonderful word warrants at least a few more lines, so here they are: 

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For Elsa

 

Love her.

Love her when she makes you happy

Love her even when she makes you sad

Love her if she smiles

Love her if she cries.

Love her when she heals you

Love her when she hurts you.

Love her because you love to love her.

Love her because you can’t not love her.

Just Love her.

 

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           My granddaughter, Elsa

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Yesterday was Saint Valentine’s Day. Her are a few more lines about love

 

#CarrotRanch #FlashFiction Challenge: Making a Rainbow @Charli_Mills

This post was written in response to Charli Mills at Carrot Ranch’s weekly Flash Fiction Challenge

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February 9, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a rainbow in a puddle. Is it a silver lining of sorts or a false reflection? Think about what it might mean or convey. Simple science? Hope? Or the doom of humankind? Create action or character reflection. Go where the prompt leads you.

Respond by February 14, 2017 to be included in the compilation (published February 15). Rules are here. All writers are welcome!

Here’s my take on the prompt this week:

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‘Look a puddle!’ James rushed to the playground.

‘What’s a puddle?’ asked Timmy.

‘Some water on the floor,’ replied Susan.

‘But we mustn’t spill any water,’ said Timmy. ‘Who did it?’

‘The clouds spilled the water,’ said Miss Rushbrooke.

‘Does that mean the drought’s over?’ Asked Jenny.

The teacher sighed watching the toddlers dip their fingers. They hadn’t seen rainfall in their short lives.  ‘Look for a rainbow. That’ll bring us good luck.’

They shook their heads; the sky was clear blue again.

‘Don’t worry,’ said Miss Rushbrooke. ‘Bring the watercolours. We can make a rainbow in the puddle.’

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Some say you never miss what you’ve never had, others say you can invent things that you’ll never see and never miss them, because they’re always in your imagination.

Teachers can help children be creative and imagine what they haven’t yet seen, or might never see.

What a wonderful profession!

 

WRITESPIRATION @sacha_black #102 52 WEEKS IN 52 WORDS WEEK 6 The Stroll #FlashFiction

This post was written in response to Sacha Black’s weekly prompt for 2017 (52 weeks in 52 words).  Join in here!

Sacha will post one prompt a week for 52 weeks, and the challenge is to write a story in just 52  words exactly. The value of conciseness for a writer is invaluable, as Sacha herself reminds us: ‘The art of being concise is nothing if not a muscle flexing ‘write’ bicep curling device’.

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This week’s prompt: That moment you see your ex with their hot new bit and you look like a turd.

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The Stroll

Two weeks’ wages, but it’s totally worth it.

God, he’s gorgeous. Thirty, tall, muscular, wavy, chestnut hair, and dressed to kill.

‘What can I do for you?’ he whispered in his sexy voice. I almost succumbed.

Instead I said, ‘Let’s take a walk.’

My sixty-year-old ex’s face as we stroll past? Priceless.

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Today’s prompt reminded me of a book I read recently, by Spanish author, Rosa Montero.

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La carne, or Flesh, is about a sixty year old successful art dealer, who lives in Madrid. Soledad, which means literally solitude or loneliness, wants to make her ex boyfriend jealous. In order to do so, she hires a very expensive and gorgeous escort to accompany her to certain social events where her ex will be present. She hires the escort repeatedly, to such an extent that she gradually develops feelings for him.

It’s a fabulous novel about aging, loneliness, love, and relationships.

Unfortunately, it hasn’t been translated into English yet, but I hope it will be soon, because it’s the best Spanish novel I’ve read in a long time.

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Rosa Montero, author of La Carne (Flesh)

#SilentSunday Rainy Weekend in Madrid

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Dome Inside The Palacio Real, Madrid
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Ceiling inside the Palacio Real, Madrid
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In the Courtyard of the Palacio Real, Madrid.
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Spanish Golden Age Playwright, Lope de Vega’s house, in Madrid
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Spanish poet and playwright, Federico García Lorca (d. 1936)
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Outside the Spanish Parliament.

 

#FridayBookShare ‘The Seer’s Daughter’ by Athena Daniels @AthenaDaniels11

#FridayBookShare was created by Shelley Wilson for book lovers to share what they’re reading. The idea is to answer a few simple questions about the novel and post on Fridays.

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Today, I’d like to share The Seer’s Daughter by Athena Daniels

I found this book quite by chance on Story Cartel and thought I’d give it a go. I’m so glad I did. I thoroughly enjoyed it.  By the way it will be there to download in exchange for a review for another eight days!

First line of the book.

Sage Mathews hugged herself as the raging storm flung rain against the windows.

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For her, he’ll break all the rules…

Upon returning to her hometown for her grandmother’s funeral, Sage Matthews is terrorized by a series of strange events. She dismisses each eerie occurrence as a by-product of her overwrought emotional state, until it becomes chillingly clear that something not of this world is desperate to get a message–or is it a warning?–through to her…

Detective Sergeant Ethan Blade comes to Cryton, South Australia, to catch a serial killer. When Ethan meets Sage–the latest victim’s beautiful granddaughter–his attraction to her is explosive and inconvenient. He knows she’s not crazy, but Sage’s theory about the murders is unbelievable.

With the handsome detective rejecting her ideas, Sage embarks on the supernatural journey that her grandmother started. What she discovers shatters everything Sage ever knew about herself–and who she really is.

Ethan’s routine case quickly turns personal when he discovers Sage is the killer’s next target. For her, he’ll break all the rules and cross every line. But how can he protect Sage from an evil he cannot even conceive of?

To save her, he must let go of everything he ever believed.

Introduce the main character using only three words.

Sage is psychic, brave, and determined.

Delightful design (add the cover image of the book).

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Audience appeal (who would enjoy reading this book?)

Anyone who likes paranormal, romantic, suspense in a thrilling story set in rural Australia.

Your favourite line/scene.

Sage is psychic and Ethan is a detective who searches for facts and proof, although he trusts his ‘gut instinct’. Sage has to convince him that his gut instinct is not so different to her psychic abilities as he imagines:

“And what about anger, can you touch that?”

“No.”

“Fear, grief, sadness?”

“No, but you’re now talking about feelings.”

“Yes, but if you can trust your feelings, if those are real, even though you cannot see or touch them, it’s not too much of a stretch to say that we can feel other things too. Use the same senses we use unconsciously every day to become aware of more than we’re used to.”

“I suppose so.”He frowned, considering. “But since it’s never happened to me, it’s difficult for me to believe, that’s all.”

“But it does happen to you, Ethan. All the time. You say you rely on your senses for work. You sense when someone is watching you even when you can’t see them. You sense when something is ‘off.’You somehow just know when someone is lying to you or not telling you the whole truth.”

He opened his mouth to refute what she was saying, then closed it again. Could she be right? Was he not the man of hard evidence he’d always believed himself to be? What she said was true. He did rely on those very senses more than the other guys on the force did. That’s why he was so good at his job. Perhaps he had more in common with the ghost buster than he’d thought. His stomach roiled.

“I still think there’s a rational explanation for all of this. How did something without a body cut out black circles of material and place them over empty eye sockets?”

She slumped against him. “I almost thought you were going to understand. Tell me, Mr. Detective Extraordinaire. Give me the oh-so-rational explanation for all of this. And don’t forget to explain how it is that we’re trapped in this car with a dashboard flashing ‘Sage,’my name, Ethan, when I would bet my last dollar that word was never programmed into its computer. And while you’re at it, you might explain why the streetlights are going out one by one.”

He glanced out the window. Sure enough, the whole street was now in a blackout. The sky was clear, the moon bright, and he could still see clearly without the streetlight.

See my full review here on amazon.

There’s a second book in the series, The Alchemist’s Son, which I’ve already started reading, because although ‘The Seer’s Daughter’ doesn’t end in a cliffhanger, there are some important loose ends, which are tied up in book two.

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Happy weekend reading! Check out some of the other reading suggestions on twitter on  #FridayBookShare 

 

Thursday photo prompt: Flame #writephoto #1000Speak #FlashFiction

This flash fiction was written in response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt. and because my post is all about random acts of kindness, I’ve also added #1000Speak  

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Today’s photo: Flame. Use the image below to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, by noon (GMT)  Wednesday 15th February and link back to this post with a pingback to Sue’s blog.

Here’s my take:

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A Happy Ending?

Crouched in the doorway at the end of the alley, Nancy watched them rub their hands by the flames.

Shivering, she dragged her bare feet behind a crate. Tom took out some sausages and stabbed them with a long skewer.

She crawled behind them, drawn by the smell of food.

Bill turned. ‘Want something to eat?’

Nancy nodded eyes wide, swallowing saliva.

‘What’ve you got?’ asked Sid.

The child shook her head, raising her empty palms.

‘Get lost,’ Jack shouted.

Nancy scurried back to the doorway and lit another match.

Maybe next time her story would have a happy ending…

 

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The picture reminded me of the Little Match Girl, the short story of the poor girl who lit the matches she couldn’t sell to warm her hands and light up her hopes and dreams, written by the Danish poet and author Hans Christian Andersen, in 1845. Unfortunately, the match girl didn’t have a happy ending, but who knows if Nancy will be luckier…

Let’s give Nancy’s story another go.

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A Happy Ending

Crouched in the doorway at the end of the alley, Nancy watched them rub their hands by the flames.

Shivering, she dragged her bare feet behind a crate. Tom took out some sausages and stabbed them with a long skewer.

She crawled behind them, drawn by the smell of food.

Bill turned. ‘Want something to eat?’

Nancy nodded eyes wide, swallowing saliva.

‘What’ve you got?’ asked Sid.

The child shook her head, raising her empty palms.

‘Come here,’ beckoned Jack, ‘but just one, we’re all starving.’

Nancy nodded, grabbed a sausage and disappeared into the night.

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Although the Little Match Girl was written in the 19th century, there are still plenty of homeless children in the world, we can’t save everyone, but we can each do our little bit to make someone’s day a little brighter.   

I saw this tweet a few days ago. It really made my day:

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 Many  anonymous people are trying to make the world a better place with small acts of kindness every day. Every little bit makes a big difference, and it’s so encouraging to read good news.

Have you read any good news lately?

 

Happy Birthday Charles Dickens! #amreading #amreviewing Oliver Twist

Today’s a very special day for English literature. On this day, 7th February, in 1812 , Charles Dickens was born in Portsmouth, United Kingdom.

On this special day, I’d like to suggest you read one of his novels, so I’m including my ‘special tribute review’ of Oliver Twist, which you can read for free as a kindle ebook on amazon, thanks to a community of volunteers who converted this novel from its physical edition to the digital format.

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My Review

If you only read one of Charles Dickens’ books, or if you don’t know where to start reading his books, I recommend you read Oliver Twist, the unforgettable story of a poor orphan boy, who spent his early years in a work house, before being recruited by a gang of pickpockets.

It’s not an easy book to read, and is not meant for children or the faint of heart, because it portrays some harsh events, many of which Dickens had experienced himself, or had personally investigated, and that is one of the main attractions of this book; It’s real.

You may read about child labour and the plight of the many orphaned children in Victorian England, but no history book will describe a workhouse, the inside of a prison, the starving dogs and hungry rats, the life of a pickpocket, a thief, a pimp, or a gang leader, a public hanging, or the cruelty of London slums, the way Dickens does.

Read it if you want to know what really happened, what the streets, people and life was like for Victorian Londoners.

I never tire of rereading it myself. Dramatic, yes, exaggerated, I doubt it, realistic, shockingly.

The plot is a page turner, and the characters come to life in every scene. We see their gestures, smell their ragged clothes and listen to their lies and truths.

I love Dickens’ use of the English language. It may be wordy by contemporary standards, but it’s smoothly done. A real pleasure to read for anyone who loves the English language and wants to take a short trip to Victorian London.

A book to read once and reread all your life. 

Although I usually read my paperback, this free kindle version makes it even easier to read. A big thank you to the volunteers who made this edition possible.

As a writer, I often read a random chapter or passage before I sit down to write. Dickens humbles me, but he also gives me great encouragement by showing me how the English language can convey so much using the right combination of words.

‘Capital!’ As Dickens would say.      

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I’ve written a piece of Flash Fiction based on Oliver Twist, and included some information about child labour and orphans in Victorian England in this post.

I’d like to include one of Dickens’ quotes, which is one of my favourite.

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Dickens wrote his books with the aim of making the world a better place, which he did, through numerous campaigns and by building awareness among the reading public, but his greatest legacy was the belief in the power of words to improve our world.

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As well as influencing me as a writer, Charles Dickens also makes a personal appearance in Twelfth Night at Eyre Hall, my sequel to Jane Eyre, and is a vital part of Jane’s recovery in Midsummer at Eyre Hall, although he is no longer physically present.

Here is the page with the moment Charles Dickens arrives at Eyre Hall to spend a few days with Jane Eyre, now Mrs. Mason.

They spoke about their private lives, the craft of fiction, and also about current affairs such as child labour and abuse, public hangings, and the dangers of the slums of London. It’s one of my favourite chapters.

Which is your favourite novel by Charles Dickens?

Why not write a review and share on a blog post to celebrate his birthday!