#AtoZChallenge ‘H is for House’ #Haiku #NaPoWriMo #PoetryMonth

Lonely house by shore
Wrapped in ice-cold sea and snow.
Warm wood glows inside.


This photograph was taken by my friend and colleague Thor Walum, retired English teacher and lover of Spain and photography, who lives in a beautiful, tiny island in the north of Norway, which I was lucky enough to visit some years ago.

The light and colours I saw in Norway, were spectacular. I’ve never seen such fabulous colours anywhere else I’ve visited.

Thor took this photo at the end of November, during the dark months, when there are only a few hours of partial daylight, from the bus on his way into town on the island of Hinnøya. It used to be an old sea house, used by fishermen, but it has been refurbished recently, preserving its original shape of a hundred years ago.

This is the same view, earlier in the year, with more daylight and less snow!

You can check out some more of Thor’s fabulous photos here on Facebook,


This year is my fourth AtoZ Challenge. My theme this year is poetry once again. I’ll be writing a haiku a day, but I’m also adding a new hobby to the posts, photography. I will post one of my photos, or a donated photo, every day to accompany my haiku.

This April, I’ll also be sharing my poems and joining another group of poets at National Poetry Writing Month, organised since 2003 by Maureen Thorsonn. Write 30 poems in 30 days. I’m in! What about you?

#FridayFictioneers ‘Frosty Quarrel’ #FlashFiction #100words

Time again for a new episode of Friday Fictioneers featuring our indomitable heroine, Alice Pendragon, who will discover the downside of falling in love…

Thank you Rochelle at Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple for this week’s prompt for hosting this fabulous weekly flash fiction challenge. Thank you © Dale Rogerson for this week’s icy photo prompt.

Frosty Quarrel

“You asked me how I feel, mum?” Alice said walking over to the window and lifting her chin towards the wintry garden.

“Like ice. My heart is crying frozen drops of dew, hanging onto the freezing branches. I’m chilled to the core and dead to the world. I’m paralysed by frost and trapped in a tiny iceberg.”

Alice remembered their argument and sighed. “Billy’s not coming back this time.”

Her mother chuckled. “He left an hour ago.”

Alice shook her head. “You don’t understand, mum.”

Her mother smiled. “Trust me, I do. Call him. He’s feeling like the frozen pool.”


All my ‘Alice’ flash fiction stories, written for the Friday Fictioneers Challenge, can be read as standalones, but if you’d like to read previous stories of Alice’s adventures, here they are!