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Photo Prompt 2020 Week 7: Innocence

The rules are simple. Use this image as a prompt to create a post and reference back here. You can come back and share by posting your link in the comment section below. That’s it! Can’t wait to view your posts… Innocence I remember thinking this must be love. The warm summer air caressed our… Continue reading Photo Prompt 2020 Week 7: Innocence

Writing

The Big Escape

The photographs have aged well. Looking at the soft blue sky in the picture’s background it is easy to image that humid oppressive Ontario heat blanketing the day with whispered promises of a lightning storm to come. That means there is a schedule to follow on this hot afternoon. The photographer stands unseen behind the… Continue reading The Big Escape

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A small girl

The following piece of non-fiction is another short excerpt from the memoirs I wrote a few years ago during NaNoWriMo. I have provided a name for the purpose of posting today, “A Small Girl.” Feedback is welcome in the comment section below. *          *          * A small girl The little 43 millilitre bottle with its… Continue reading A small girl

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Threads of Memory

She flicks down the switch to start the water boiling in the electric kettle and her thoughts sink into the past. The lid is absently discarded from the jar leaving the air to leach the freshness from the coffee grinds while simultaneously wafting a dark roast scent. Dolly’s mind is adrift amidst the smell as… Continue reading Threads of Memory

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Photos across a Life Time (3)

Here is a little memoir writing exercise for you. Choose 3 pictures of the person you want to write about, the pictures should be from various periods of their life. Use the pictures to write about where they were, what they were doing, and build in details about the person. A girl and her dog… Continue reading Photos across a Life Time (3)

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No Better Place to Be

“We didn’t realize we were making memories, we just knew we were having fun” –Winnie The Pooh. That was grandma’s magic: time shared. It was a gift that she bestowed me. She taught me that the simple things can be filled with precious memories. She taught me the value of being in the moment, whatever… Continue reading No Better Place to Be

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Whirlwind

The winds whispered with unknown change. How was I to know that soon we were to be caught in its currents like a couple of fall leaves torn apart to follow individual columns of moving air and maybe land together when the winds released their hold. I had gone to the mailbox that day unexpectant,… Continue reading Whirlwind