“The blood was now like the rubber from melted red balloons.”



Photo copyright – Ted Strutz

It was a like a scene from a suspense thriller.  The white vans being the forensics, ready to take samples from the blood that had slowly dripped through the slats of the stairs; the blood was now like the rubber from melted red balloons.

As he looked out of his window, he sat and wondered how long it would take for them to knock on the door of his dentist practice; how long it would take to go through the motions of  ‘door to door enquiries’.  The questions would be asked.

Good thing he’d cleaned up his tools well, he thought.

101 words


Main picture source: via FridayFictioneers

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with Rochelle Wiseoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers prompt

Please do feel free to comment but likewise, please do note that I would prefer not to

receive constructive criticism.  

(This time anyway…)

Thanks in advance…

Carol Cameleon

Cancer, jog on! A poem for Race for Life…

 Cancer, jog on!

Word of the Week Cancer jog on poem

In July I will  be running Race for Life.

I’ve achieved alot through the Couch to 5k app.

I’ve come from barely being able to jog for 60 seconds at any one time, to jogging for 30 minutes non-stop…  how good is that?!

For me, it’s very good.  I’m very proud of myself.  I’ve shocked myself and found a new hobby that I love…

(aside from blogging of course!)

Please, please get behind me… re-blog, like, comment, share, share, share ……and share again across all of your social media platforms!  It’s not for me, it’s for everyone who has been touched by cancer.

And let’s face it, that really is everyone.

My justgiving page link is at the bottom of the poem (in the main blog picture above) but here it is again for good measure.

Thank you 🙂


Disclaimer: this post is not endorsed in any way by Race for Life, Cancer Research or any other charity.