THE BOOK WAS THICK AND BLACK AND COVERED WITH DUST. Catherine picked it up and added it to the collection of her mother's papers. It had taken several months after the funeral to return to her family home to sort out her parents' belongings. Finally, the task was completed and she could move on with her life.
She decided on a quick cup of tea before she began her long drive home. Curioulsy, she picked up the black book and began to read it's pages. She immediately recognised her mother's beautiful writing. She had stumbled upon her mother's diary. A record of her first years of marriage prior to Catherine's birth. She was intrigued and settled down with her tea.
Page after page uncovered a surprising side to her mother. She wrote of her devotion and undeniable love for her man. How she'd finally found the love she'd waited for. Catherine knew her parents were close but never realised how deeply in love they were in the beginning.
As she immersed herself in her mother's world, a different meaning became clear. This undeniable love wasn't for Catherine's father but for another. The last entry was dated seven months before Catherine's birth. She had so many questions. She had never felt close to her father, could it be possible she wasn't his flesh and blood?
She returned to the cellar to look for more journals but non were to be found. The thick, black book in her hands must have fallen behind the shelves many years earlier. The identity of her mother's secret love would remain buried with her mother forever.
There's a link to Carry On Tuesday on my sidebar. Feel free to visit and join in the fun.
Monday, 8 June 2009
Sunday, 7 June 2009
AN UNUSUAL BEER HOLDER
A friend of hubby's suggested sticking a can three quarters full of beer up a chicken's bum (before cooking it) would make it more delicious (the chicken not the beer). He was indeed correct but even if he wasn't, it was worth the pic.
QUOTE OF THE DAY
Learn to wish that everything should come to pass exactly as it does.
- Epictetus
I'SNT EASY LOVING ME
Emotional uncertainty lurks inside.
Laughter erupts as tears subside.
High maintenance emotionally.
Isn't easy loving me.
Questions raised at every move.
Much to gain, more to lose.
I need you now! No, let me be.
Isn't easy loving me.
Crazy stories out of the blue.
Thoughts I share, amusing you.
More inside than what you see.
Isn't easy loving me.
Laughing and loving, what I do best.
Others come first but the real test.
Loving myself to set myself free
but, it isn't easy loving me.
RAMBLE
Hubby and I recently returned from hols. I got a little carried away with my camera (what's new you say) and snapped over 200 pics. Hubby took quite a few too so we are in the process of sorting them before we share. Hopefully, there will be some for you tomorrow.
I spent much of my time away writing. I've a few 55's up my sleeve, G, half a dozen poems and I don't know if you remember my story called Ghosts - I have finally gotten it out of my head and on paper. Will share what I have when I have edited it a bit and chosen a name for my leading lady.
BOOKS I READ DURING MAY
10. The Last Templar - Raymond Khoury
11. Suite Francaise - Irene Nemirovsky
12. Coldwater - Mardi McConnochie
13. The Company - Robert Littell
That's all folks! See you tomorrow.
Love KB
xxx
Saturday, 6 June 2009
FLASH 55 - TOGETHER AGAIN
I'm back from hols. Missed you guys!
Dreams of you and me together.
Souls entwined, for now and ever.
Candles lit, music playing.
Red wine flowing, bodies swaying.
Probing tongues, exploring mouths.
Hands and fingers, heading south.
Clothes are falling, skin exposed.
Ways to reach me, no one else knows.
Lost in each other,bodies entwined.
I am yours, you are mine.
Flash Fiction - Each Friday, I compose a short story of 55 words - no more, no less. If you would like to join in the fun and games... post your story and report to the boss - If you're not interested in contributing a story, feel free to read the other entries. I'm sure any comments you have would be appreciated.
Happy reading and writing!
Love KB
XXX
Dreams of you and me together.
Souls entwined, for now and ever.
Candles lit, music playing.
Red wine flowing, bodies swaying.
Probing tongues, exploring mouths.
Hands and fingers, heading south.
Clothes are falling, skin exposed.
Ways to reach me, no one else knows.
Lost in each other,bodies entwined.
I am yours, you are mine.
Flash Fiction - Each Friday, I compose a short story of 55 words - no more, no less. If you would like to join in the fun and games... post your story and report to the boss - If you're not interested in contributing a story, feel free to read the other entries. I'm sure any comments you have would be appreciated.
Happy reading and writing!
Love KB
XXX
Friday, 15 May 2009
TAKING A BREAK
Yay, holiday time. We'll be taking a break and hope to return with lots of stories and pics.
We've left you a couple of 55's to read, some skywatch, poems and a few cutesy animal pics. That should keep you busy for a while.
Be good, see you when we see you.
xxx
P.S. Where the hell are you Grumpy Pants? I do believe that by tomorrow evening I will owe you $50.
We've left you a couple of 55's to read, some skywatch, poems and a few cutesy animal pics. That should keep you busy for a while.
Be good, see you when we see you.
xxx
P.S. Where the hell are you Grumpy Pants? I do believe that by tomorrow evening I will owe you $50.
Life's Uncertainties
We all have uncertainties in our lives. We need these - they are one of the fundamental human requirements, according to leading psychologists.
Listed in order of priority, these are:
Certainty
Variety (uncertainty)
Significance
Love and/or Connection
Truly fulfilled individuals can also achieve the following, but only if the first four conditions are met in their lives. These are the so-called spiritual needs:
Growth
Contribution
Even if we feel we have all these, sometimes events conspire to rob us of all. We are left with only Uncertainty (Variety).
Here is a poem I wrote when I was at rock bottom.
A Vampyre
It is night. The small hours. Alone again, sadly.
Your presence I feel, the rise and fall of your chest,
your beating heart, your warmth.
A face of beauty I see, to make the soul sing.
"You are mine!" I cry. But it is not to be,
for the present time, or maybe never again.
Do I have a soul? Or has it been taken?
A love forever, or a love forsaken?
The small hours allow me to dream
Of wonderful years past, but future - bleak?
"Are you my future?" I have to ask, without speaking,
For fear my question will be answered.
Without you, dead eyes, dead mind, dead heart, dead soul.
A Vampyre.
Listed in order of priority, these are:
Certainty
Variety (uncertainty)
Significance
Love and/or Connection
Truly fulfilled individuals can also achieve the following, but only if the first four conditions are met in their lives. These are the so-called spiritual needs:
Growth
Contribution
Even if we feel we have all these, sometimes events conspire to rob us of all. We are left with only Uncertainty (Variety).
Here is a poem I wrote when I was at rock bottom.
A Vampyre
It is night. The small hours. Alone again, sadly.
Your presence I feel, the rise and fall of your chest,
your beating heart, your warmth.
A face of beauty I see, to make the soul sing.
"You are mine!" I cry. But it is not to be,
for the present time, or maybe never again.
Do I have a soul? Or has it been taken?
A love forever, or a love forsaken?
The small hours allow me to dream
Of wonderful years past, but future - bleak?
"Are you my future?" I have to ask, without speaking,
For fear my question will be answered.
Without you, dead eyes, dead mind, dead heart, dead soul.
A Vampyre.
CAMERA CRITTERS
IT ALL COMES OUT IN THE WASH
I don't remember washing that!
THREES COMPANY
My aunt's dogs.
There's a link to camera critters on my side bar. Feel free to visit.
I don't remember washing that!
THREES COMPANY
My aunt's dogs.
There's a link to camera critters on my side bar. Feel free to visit.
Flash 55 - Double Whammy
Two 55s for the price of one. One from me and one from him, hehe.
Morning
Sun brightening horizon.
The jet
squat, ugly, grounded;
graceful airborne.
The cockpit
small, cramped, cluttered.
Fusion of man and machine.
The start
metallic whine, burning jet fuel.
A lover's perfume.
Takeoff
Thunder, excitement, acceleration.
Nose lifting.
Airborne
Airspeed sufficient, area clear, rolling inverted
Man an ant on a verdant canvas.
Exhilaration, joy, freedom
Flight.
POSTED BY HUBBY
WINTER SOLACE
A wet nose nudges my hand. Senses explore the darkened room. Soft snoring, pitter patter on the roof, hot skin against mine, dry lips, fresh coffee. Senses retreat as my mind fills with plans. Sunrise reveals; hubby sleeping soundly, warm blankets, Coco's wagging tail, a book half read. Everything I need. Let's stay in bed.
POSTED BY KB
Flash Fiction - Each Friday, I compose a short story of 55 words - no more, no less. If you would like to join in the fun and games... post your story and report to the boss - If you're not interested in contributing a story, feel free to read the other entries. I'm sure any comments you have would be appreciated.
Happy reading and writing!
Love KB
XXX
Morning
Sun brightening horizon.
The jet
squat, ugly, grounded;
graceful airborne.
The cockpit
small, cramped, cluttered.
Fusion of man and machine.
The start
metallic whine, burning jet fuel.
A lover's perfume.
Takeoff
Thunder, excitement, acceleration.
Nose lifting.
Airborne
Airspeed sufficient, area clear, rolling inverted
Man an ant on a verdant canvas.
Exhilaration, joy, freedom
Flight.
POSTED BY HUBBY
WINTER SOLACE
A wet nose nudges my hand. Senses explore the darkened room. Soft snoring, pitter patter on the roof, hot skin against mine, dry lips, fresh coffee. Senses retreat as my mind fills with plans. Sunrise reveals; hubby sleeping soundly, warm blankets, Coco's wagging tail, a book half read. Everything I need. Let's stay in bed.
POSTED BY KB
Flash Fiction - Each Friday, I compose a short story of 55 words - no more, no less. If you would like to join in the fun and games... post your story and report to the boss - If you're not interested in contributing a story, feel free to read the other entries. I'm sure any comments you have would be appreciated.
Happy reading and writing!
Love KB
XXX
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