Read me a story!

Sunday Bea and her parents visited the sick Ouma. It was the first time that Bea came into my lounge and discovered her own shelve with her BOOKS. She enjoyed running from the shelve to one of us showing the books. Then it was time for reading. She picked up a book, jumped on her mum’s lap and started paging while mum tried reading.

The photos are not very clear because Bea kept on moving and wiggling.

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Trompie was also in the picture

Bea and Stella came to visit me.

I took a few photos.

While taking photos Trompie came up to me as if to say:

What are you doing?

I’m still the best am I not?

Bea kept looking at Trompie!

Baby Talk: Surprise visit

Guess who came to visit me yesterday?

Beatrix

two weeks and three days.

Happy and proud Mummy.

Photos from a week earlier!

Parents were dog tired!

I took over from Daddy

Trying to get rid of blurbs

Daddy showing a finger at Beatrix

Another few sips.

Stil no sleepy eyes.

At the end, the best place was still on daddies chest!

 

Flash Fiction For the Purposeful Practitioner: Trustful eyes

https://rogershipp.wordpress.com/2016/02/12/flash-fiction-for-the-purposeful-practitioner-week-7-2016/

 

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The opening sentence for the February 12th, Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: “……. For the thousandth time, I promise you, it wasn’t me!” (Permission for this NOT be the opening sentence, but only a sentence included somewhere in your story….granted.)

TRUSTFUL EYES

Looking into her pleading puppy eyes made me smile. Fanny looked up from the bottom of the stairs. Nothing gave anything away that mischief had taken place a minute ago. Suddenly Jack, only four, came rushing in. All covered in chocolate. He stopped dead in his steps when he saw me at the top of the stairs. I put up a face that showed no amusement. Fanny wagged her tail in excitement. Jack stuttered: “Not me….no no.” He stopped and saw my angry face. “Mummy, it was Fanny……for the thousandth time, I PROMISE, it wasn’t me!” I could not help myself; I had to laugh at the picture of innocence on both faces. How could I be angry!

My father : Flash back 1993

I want to share the following about my dear father.

On Fridays I attend a writing group in our local library.

I have been writing anecdotes since 2012.

At this stage I am using my older writings and edit and also expand them.

For today we had to do a short description of a person.

Illustrate characteristics of the character.

Use some conversation to illustrate it.

Here is my description of my father:

MY FATHER

My father was about 5’7”/1.7 m.. tall, not very thin but also not really fat more stocky. As long as I can remember he did not have much hair, only a ring around the lower part of his head. My parents always explained this balding:”… The military cap stopped the hair growing because he had to wear it every day and night during the war..”

My father wasn’t a man of many words and jokes. He did not smile or laugh much.I was always looking to please him because he was very strict. It seems that he was a perfectionist when it came to planning and doing things.

I think he loved to work in the garage, fixing his car when it was broken.(Maybe he hated it, and had to do it. I will never know) He was really handy when it came to fixing and planning the best ways. He was the patriarch of the family. We obeyed him in everything.

Even after I had my own family my father still ruled and wanted me to do things as he wanted it up till his death.

On his death bed he still told my son, who was only 13: “Don’t be like your father. Look well after your mother!”

He also went on: “You have to come back to the Reformed Church.” I went over to my husband’s church the Dutch Reformed Church. It shows, till the end he wanted his way.

My father even had an argument with my mother before he passed away about her love for him.

He asked my mother:” Do you love me?” She answered “Yes, always will”. He went on: “Impossible you can’t love a person like me. You don’t love me.” Those words broke my mother’s heart. She had given her everything to him and our family. Afterwards she could not stop crying. I told her that he did not mean it like that.

This whole episode made me feel so sad and my heart yearned to wipe out those last words.

I have a dream – Westlife

I listened to this I have a dream yesterday. It is so beautiful I thought I may as well share it with you.

Abba is my favourite but this one is also very special

New life : Monday finish the story – May 18, 2015

Finish the story begins with:  “The crew of the Angel Flame received orders to head out.”

Jack had to hurry up to board the submarine. They were on their way!

Two days ago Jack had a phone call from Anne informing him that she could not marry him. No explanation, nothing. He felt helpless and sad. It felt as if the whole world had given way under him.

He thought of taking his own life but first went to the pub. At that moment captain Todd was recruiting sailors.  Two  of his old hands had the flu. Jack explained to Todd that he could navigate a ship. Deal done!

Jack had to take Spock to the kennels. He arranged that his sister would pick Spock up and look after him. Jack quickly threw some underwear, t-shirts and shorts in a plastic bag and off he went.

To hell with Anne!

147 words

https://mondaysfinishthestory.wordpress.com/2015/05/18/mondays-finish-the-story-may-18th-2015/

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups Week 150 : Lonely bench

https://jfb57.wordpress.com/2015/04/29/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week150-2/

Jack, Anne and Spock returned home after a lovely exotic island  holiday.

Every moment was perfect. Anne overthought her life and what she wanted to do next. Jack had the opportunity to get to know Anne better. Spock loved all the luxury of an own bed, food served every day. His hair was now shiny and clean.

All three friends were happy and loved each other.

After arriving home Anne decided to go to the place where she tried to take her own life. She sat for a while on the lonely bench reminiscing the past weeks. She felt very content and happy.