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Thanks, Janette!

Many congratulations, Libby x

Fuel

(385 words)

At dawn she was in the kitchen, a follow-on to hours of restlessness, the turning over under heavy blankets, a heart driven to pump quicker than usual, a fluttery stomach. She was sixteen. It was a relief to get up and do something.

The first person downstairs each morning had to check the Aga. The temperature gauge on its…[Read more]

There’s a word for it!

The much faded five inch Quality Street tin I inherited from my mother is near-filled with  buttons, their variety in part due to them having been donated by my aunt Muriel, who was a dressmaker and her mother Dora who was a tailoress. Needless to say, had there been such, I would’ve won ‘best-dressed child’ many a time had…[Read more]

Echoes of a life twinkling in time.

As years roll away from me I look back at reflections caught in memories rainbow.

I know I was lucky. My childhood was idyllic, because woven among the colours of my life and simplicity of youth, the feelings of each moment are held, perfect and bright, like small lights of sheltering warmth against the…[Read more]

Dear All,

Please note that this doesn’t have to be about an object. From the theme up there (points up) “an object, or an event, or a saying, or anything at all really that you remember as commonplace when you were young”

Me too, Sandra,  mine’s a  green one . I also have  my  grandparents  twisted  metal  meat  skewers  too.  🙂

Sorry, Sandra, but they do say that great minds think alike!  I am sure you will come up with some other object that will make a really interesting story.  I look forward to reading your entry.

Well done, Jill – the only inspiration I’d had so far, came from my mother’s mincer (of which I’ve a 1960’s version in a cupboard. Back to the drawing board for me  🙂

😊. Pleased to be of service!  Didn’t think I would be inspired by the prompt, but my unconscious must have been working away overnight and this ‘wrote itself’ this morning.  The wonders of the creative process…

Thank you, Jill. I forgot to set a word limit, so I take your entry as “the bar” and set it now at 400 words.

A 1950s Childhood

July 2026 finds me sitting in the shade in our garden, grateful for the slight breeze and half drifting off into a heat induced sleep.  It is Sunday and we have just finished a FaceTime call with our family in America.  Again, gratitude for the wonders of modern technology allowing us to keep in touch and part of our g…[Read more]

Yes, I like the connection too.  Thought you probably chose it to add to the mystery. 😊

Incidentally, I wanted to call the girl Aelfwin but I had trouble getting the A and e to combine into a proper “ash” at the start of the name. Then it occurred to me that a drunk Teabreak would be unlikely to remember that anyway, hence “Alwin, or something like that.” I think Alwin is still sometimes used as a female name, but I could probably…[Read more]

My pleasure, Sandra!  Fascinating title btw.