This flash fiction story is in response to this week’s prompt for Charli Mills’ 99 word flash fiction series. Tell a story about tapping in 99 words. No more, no less.
It was a wet stormy night when Anna’s husband went to work his night shift.
Later, her lover will come to her.
A fallen tree blocked the road, forcing her husband to return home. He slid into the bed beside her, cold and tired.
Soon after, she heard her lover tapping on the window. Anna reached into the cot beside her, and woke the baby with a nip. She lifted the crying tot, walked to the window, and sang these words out loud.
‘For the wind and the rain brought your daddy back again. Get away from the window, Boogeyman.’
I was once guilty of teetotaller shaming. Yes, there is such a thing. I’m sorry all you mineral drinkers out there who were victims of my ignorant past.
In the last few years I’ve gone through spells of eliminating alcohol from my diet. Not for any one reason, more for a combination of reasons. And don’t blame Glo for this. We’re singing off the same hymn sheet today.
During my spells of sobriety, I unearthed all sorts of truths about living an alcohol-free life. The lies I was led to believe by…people…I don’t even know who exactly told me these lies…but I believed them. Myths and misconceptions about the alcohol-free people.
Are you one of those people who feel intimidated by a person who doesn’t drink alcohol? Are you scared of them? There’s no need to be afraid anymore. None of what you’ve been told is true. Trust me, you’re gonna love me for this!
We got invited round to Terence and Shirley’s for drinkies; to wish each other a happy new year. I was slightly nervous because Terence passed on the invitation verbally to Stephano and there were no specifics mentioned. Do we bring Little Miss Eight? Or get a babysitter? Will there be food or should we eat before we leave? Dress up, or stay casual? Terence did say that a few close neighbours were also invited.
You can’t beat having good friends. Two of my reliables, Friend A and Friend B, invited me to Donegal for the weekend. They said I needed a wee break. Aw, they’re just lovely…so they are. When I told them I couldn’t afford to take the time off from my writing they were very understanding, and offered to spend the weekend helping me. Continue reading
Why haven’t I posted since January? Because this novel has taken precedence over everything. The Gloria brain wants to do nothing else only write the book. The Tasheenga brain wants to be on here having fun and a laugh with her
old buddies, and doing stuff on the internet like other normal people.
There’s no point in having a blog if you’re not connecting with other bloggers on the Facebook groups, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest and others that I’ve had to completely abandon. The FB app has been disabled on the phone because it’s a distraction. It’s not as easy to waste time on FB if the only way in is via the laptop. But, social media is how we connect with other bloggers and writers, and we can’t let that go. Balance Gloria, balance.
The biggest thing that Glo and I have discovered about writing your first novel, is that it takes a very long time. Initially we were thinking two years maybe, but we didn’t realise how much time would be spent actually learning how to do it – properly. It has to be done right or not at all. At least we both agree on that much. And then there’s all the research.
Anyway, I’ll tell you what’s been happening. Continue reading
It’s all well and good sitting at the laptop with my morning coffee, looking out at the snow peaked Mount Nephin, waiting for inspiration for my next chapter (or blog post) – but it gets cold at this time of year. And I’ve noticed this winter that the coldest part of me is my legs.
It’s too early to light the fire and I can’t be putting the oil burner on every hour of the day. Some mornings I’m wearing so many layers that I look like a human wardrobe. But I love winter time. Woolly jumpers and even woollier hats are two of my favourite things.
I came up with a great idea! Legwarmers. Back in the 80’s nobody had cold legs; because they wore their legwarmers. “Where have they gone?” I asked myself. Then I asked Google. Found some. Ordered them. Received two days later. #bringbackthe80s
I love that I don’t care!
I love them! Okay, they’re not the sexiest things but do I care? Not really; but I did whip them off one day when the plumber arrived. Legwarmers look cool when they’re on a red hot dancer. But when you’re in your house wearing a dress with black tights and a poncho – not so cool.
Saphirra and Mohotma had a great sneer when they saw them! Those two are always laughing at my clothes. Saphirra is the biggest sneer! One night she called my lovely red coat a blanket. She loves it really, but she won’t admit it.