Photo by Austin Zhang on Pexels.com “Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the assessment that something else is more important than fear.”― Franklin D. Roosevelt Some people are nervous about travel. Particularly now, as strange virulent germs threaten our safety and confidence. I have always loved travelling. Perhaps it comes from a… Continue reading Travel Anxiety
Photo Prompt Bill Reynolds It was our chance to farm. A bargain. The work repairing the rundown greenhouse coops was exhausting. Using all our savings, it was operational in four months. 2am starts broke our resolve. Picking and packing herbs under floodlight; driving to market; the rush to set-up by 5am. Tired. Unwitting customers… Continue reading Buying a Farm
Language is so dynamic. It's constantly shifting. It changes from nuance to nuance depending on generation, culture, population, political correctness and slang. I've known of immigrants - Greek-Australians - who on retirement from work in Australia, decided to reverse-migrate, back to the old country of Greece, to live out their declining years. To their surprise… Continue reading What Did You Say? Favourite Idioms
Sadly, all good things come to an end. After four years, and hundreds of posts across the blogosphere, Friendly Friday Challenge will soon be closing down. Gooseberry It has been great, blogosphere, but its time to move on. The current Friendly Friday team have been unable to find anyone keen to take over administering the… Continue reading Closing Down the Friendly Friday Challenge
PHOTO PROMPT © Fleur Lind Write a fiction story in 100 words or less based on the photo prompt. Trigger warning- this short story is dark. Explaining Why Bad day? Rindango asked, his open palm offering another refill. I nod, saying nothing. How could I explain, without opening the floodgates? Suppressing the steel ball of… Continue reading Friday Fictioneers
Phoebe feeling lazy, frowned. “I did it yesterday. Ask Darren.” Mum was insistent. “It’s your job. She’s desperate for a walk in the park.” Petra’s tail wagged, effusively. The guilt trip worked. Phoebe and Petra were almost at the road, when Mum called from the doorway, holding out Phoebe’s coat, “Come back. You’ll need this.”… Continue reading Nearly Wasn’t
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