Boundaries Lost

Image credit Denman Prospect Village

Where are those boundaries?

They seem lost

A world with no frontiers

As far as the eye can see

Man made objects seem to appear

Be it a road, or telephone mast

They come into view all too fast

Our scenes of yesterday

Have long since past


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Alley

Photo credit Sarah Whiley

When at night being followed

By thugs at your back

Head for this alley, where the comic book heroes attack

Batman and Spidey, Punisher and Daredevil too

Might be lurking above, just for you

No need to feel guilty for what ensues in this place

Just walk on calmly and continue forward to face

What happens to villains, is all down to them

It will teach them a lesson, till their ways they amend


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Night Reflections

Photo credit Sarah Whiley

Reflecting on life – in the night

Seeking inspiration as to what to write

Drawing on experience and the word divine

Trying to share wisdom in terms refined

It is not through vanity or praise to be sought

But the use of a gift that was eternally bought

For each has been given talents to use

They’re God-given and not always those that we choose

For the gifts of the Spirit they are many and varied

And each of us should take up our places –

That for us are prepar-ed


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I Corinthians 12

Polychrome Zone

Image credit Pobble365

Welcome to the polychrome zone

Where mat white has no home

Monotone spaces are eschewed

All our surfaces are spray paint imbued

Please feel free to leave your tag

No New Roman printing is the only snag

Welcome to the polychrome zone

Please share a photo on your phone


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Photo Challenge #378

Predator

George Natsioulis

Nadia stood on the platform and waited for the 10:25 to arrive. She was aware of the presence behind her, and felt the eyes taking in her every move.

I just need to keep calm, she thought to herself. Don’t let on that you know you’re being watched.

The 10:05 arrived and an elderly couple disembarked and made their way to the car park.

She gave a sideways glance in that direction as their headlights disappeared into the night. Now the car park was empty, and she knew she was truly alone exept for the watcher.

There was the sound of a throat being cleared in the dark, and while she tensed slightly, she didn’t start. In fact, she did her best to give the impression that she hadn’t heard it.

As the 10:15 express sped past the small station, she reached into her bag and took out a mint which she placed into her mouth and she slowly sucked it allowing its sweet cooling taste to calm her.

At 10:22 she heard the approaching foot steps.

This is it, I guess, she thought as she turned on her heels and bared her fangs.

It was often a challenge being a vampire, but sometimes some of these town boys made getting a meal just a little too easy.


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Photo Challenge #371

Dine-astic

The cafe began to feel like her only real home. Lily had a room in a shared house, but her housemates were not what they had seemed when she first signed the lease. She couldn’t exactly move either, as affordable accomodation in her university town was in short supply. So, her life revolved around going to lectures, and nursing a coffee at the cafe in her off time until she was forced to return to her noisey room, and the mess generated by her partying housemates.

Weekends were even worse as there were no classes or lectures to attend. But Margy, the owner filled the gap for her by offering her a job behind the counter on non-school days. To her surprise Lily really enjoyed it. She liked the banter with Margy, and the other barista, Kate, as well as the interactions with the customers.

Just as she was preparing to finish her second year of uni, Margy’s son David came to the cafe and the two hit it off instantly. Before long the two were a couple, and by the time she was about to graduate they announced their engagement.

Then to her surprise, Margy announced she was giving the cafe to them as a wedding present. The cafe had indeed become a home, and she and David would carry on the coffee dynasty.


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First Line Friday

Solace

A perfectly brewed cup of tea can’t fix everything. Even after those smooth, sweet, creamy sips have calmed your nerves, the underlying misfortune will still be there. Angie found this out when whe went to tell her mum about her break-up with David.

“And I tought we were soulmates,” she sobbed. “All the while he was playing around behind my back.”

“Tisk tisk, Sweetie,” her mother said. “How about me putting the kettle on?” Which of course was the appropriate English response in such situations.

As Mum poured the tea, Angie spilled-out her heart.

Mum listened patiently, and occasionally gave knowing “hmms” or “tisks.”

“How about another?” Mum asked, and puffy-eyed, runny-nosed Angie sniffed and nodded.

This time Mum had brought out some chocolate digestives as well, and they dunked and sipped, as Angie seemed to finally have unloaded all that she was capable of.

“How are you feeling Sweetie?” Mum at last asked.

“Shattered, but a bit better,” Angie said honestly.

“It will take time, Love,” Mum said passing Angie a tissue and the last biscuit.

Angie nodded, and then gave a feeble smile.

A perfectly brewed cup of tea can’t fix everything, but along with a couple of biscuits, it sure does help.


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First Line Friday