‘The Glass and the Pearls’ ~ Flash Fiction for #WonderfulWorldofWriting

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The Glass and the Pearls

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Penny teased the key out of the glass.  Perhaps it wasn’t the best place to keep a key – any burglar would probably look there first. But still, it seemed like the ‘right’ place to her.

She unlocked her jewellery box and rang her fingers over the sumptuous purple velvet lining, then carefully retrieved her string of pearls like they were a piece of beautiful bone china.

She knew she shouldn’t save wearing her pearls for special occasions but she still did.  And so, the pledge was made right there and then.  She would wear them more often.  No, she would wear them every day.  Every single day.

This was not a special occasion in the traditional sense but she knew she still had to wear her pearls.

The chime of the doorbell pulled her thoughts back to the now.  This was it.  Head up.  Deep, deep breath.  Yes, she looked together.  She looked much, much better than she felt.  She must now answer the door to her friend and hold herself together for the funeral of her dear old work colleague who was also her dear late husband.

Yes, she was a widow now and she would wear these pearls that her late husband had given her every day.  She would put them back in her jewellery box, lock it up and put the key back in the ‘Happy Retirement’ engraved glass every day.  For this was the glass chosen by her dear husband and she would look at the glass daily.  Such bitter-sweet memories of the glass and the pearls.

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By Carol Cameleon 2015
 

First published on this blog a year ago as part of a game where the theme was ‘glass’.  I felt the need to give it another airing 🙂

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A Mothers Day poem for my Mum ~ #WonderfulWorldofWriting

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‘My Amazing Mum’ ~ a poem for Mothers Day

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My amazing Mum is lovely
And kind and thoughtful too,
When it comes to hugs and kisses
There’s nothing she can’t do…
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Through the years she’s cooked my food,
Washed my clothes and helped me out,
She’s the best Mum ever, ever,
Of that there is no doubt…
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In my times of need, she’s there
She’s selfless to a tee,
She so deserves these flowers,
So now, listen to my plea…
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A bouquet would make her day
She loves a bunch of blooms,
A finely scented splash of colour
To brighten up a room…
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So Mum, ‘thanks’ for all you do,
There’s one more thing I’d like to say,
You deserve this bunch of flowers,
All my love on Mother’s Day xx
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By Carol Cameleon 2015

This was written as a competition entry to win my lovely Mum a bouquet of flowers for Mother’s Day.  So winner or not, this is a virtual bunch of flowers!

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My blog is like a doorway ~ poem #WonderfulWorldofWriting

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My blog is like a doorway…

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A warm welcome to my blog, you will see it’s like a house.

Come over the threshold, turn the handle, the proverbial ‘mouse’.

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In the hallway it’s fresh and light, it’s the decor, it’s the ‘theme’.

It’s personal choice, it reflects your blog, it’s the first thing to be seen.

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My visitors are my ‘followers’, they come by every day.

A refreshing drink and a chat, it’s great to hear what they say.

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Into the kitchen, kettle on, time for coffee and cake.

I love to hear their thoughts and banter, with the ‘comments’ that they make.

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Into the lounge, take a seat, make yourself at home.

Escuse me a minute, look around while I answer the phone.

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Someone’s got lost, their sat nav’s broken, they don’t know where to go,

When you’re trying to find my blog, you rely on good ‘SEO’.

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Back again.  What to do when the comments halt or stall?

You can get fresh air from a proverbial ‘window’ when you hit a blog ‘brick wall’.

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Up the stairs, one by one, this is your ranking goal,

A comfort break to the bathroom and of course the ‘blog roll’!

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So, is your ‘house’ on a busy road or is it a dead end?

Good content’s vital for your blog, remember this my friend.

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Just like a house, a blog’s good structure really is the ‘key’,

Come in, through my ‘doorway’, you’re always welcome, come and visit me!

By Carol Cameleon

I published this poem months ago on this very same blog but aside from being snowed under with my current writing project, I have been musing on how far my blog has come.  With that in mind, I wanted to give this another airing 🙂

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Look what we’ve got ~ poem #WonderfulWorldofWriting

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Look what we’ve got…

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We’re all entitled to our wallowing time

Our “what if” moments, waiting for a sign.

But when we’re done, all our tears subsided,

It’s time to be positive and open-minded.

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Then we should focus, be grateful… for what?

That we’re here, in the ‘now’; look what we’ve got…

Each other, united, come together as one,

There’s a long way to go but for now we have won.

By Carol Cameleon

A Spectator’s View pt 1~ Short story #WonderfulWorldofWriting

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A SPECTATOR’S VIEW part 1

John put his briefcase down, lit a cigarette and pulled out his mobile phone. It was time to seal a deal before the train came. He had dealt with George before so there would be no need for formalities. Taking a sip of the tasteless takeaway tea, he tapped on his phone to speed dial his client on hands-free.

George. John Barnes here. Morning to you. Have you had any other quotes for the refurbishment yet?”

Ah John, morning. Well yes, as it happens I have had a very competitive quote from a newly established company,” George replied. “All the employees have reputable backgrounds themselves and I have to say that I am very keen to speak to them again.” George knew that John would not like his answer.

I see. That’s all well and good George,” came the reply, “but perhaps you should ask yourself if you can trust a new company with no proven track record. By that I mean can you risk spending thousands of pounds of your company’s profit on a refurbished office that will need maintenance work sooner rather than later?” John asked his client with a feeling of self-assurance.

George was not in the mood for John’s manipulation this morning. He had a train to catch and was ready to sit down and read his newspaper before switching his laptop on. To this end he decided to play it cool with John.

Perhaps you should ask yourself if a new company manned by people with a vast knowledge and experience should be any less worthy of this contract than your lot who have been in the business for years and tend to have blinkers on?”

John could tell this was not going to be an easy deal to clinch. As he came back with his reply, George saw him standing at the end of the platform, all hunched over in the cold.

I understand what you’re saying George”, John stressed, rubbing his eyes with a clenched fist.

But do you really John?” George asked, interrupting calmly and firmly. “Can you honestly say that you think your deal would beat any other company’s worth its salt?”

John tensed up and rubbed his nose and said, “The quote I have given you is reflective of the materials and tools to be used.”

Liar”, thought George, “I bet you couldn’t look me in the eye and say that.”

With a pregnant pause John continued…

Read part 2 here…

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Valentines Day ~ a poem #WonderfulWorldofWriting

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Valentines Day

As I bring to the fore all the reasons to smile,

I see the good life, no reason to wallow,

Well, why would I wallow, why would I moan?

Reasons to be grateful, I’m not alone,

I don’t need a reason like Valentine’s Day

To feel the love around me each day,

Am I lucky?  Maybe. But some say you create

Your own happiness, and when you find your soul mate,

You just know deep in your heart,

Deep in your soul,

As long as they’re with me,

I know I’ll be ‘whole’.

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By Carol Cameleon

 

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Ode to Mum on the go ~ a poem #WonderfulWorldofWriting

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How on earth do you do it? ~ An ode to mum on the go’

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How on earth do you do it?

Please tell me how…

You’re a super-organised mum

And I’m a jealous cow!

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Jealous of your style,

Of your freshly made-up face

Of your poker straight hair

Of your people carrier ‘Espace’…

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You never look flustered,

If you are, you hide it well,

You’ve always time to stop and chat

And on the PTA as well!

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So, how on earth do you do it?

We all so want to know…

Is it the prozac or the pro-plus

Or the double espresso to-go?!…

By Carol Cameleon

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Prose for Thought

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Every Writer’s Woe ~ a poem #WonderfulWorldofWriting

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Whizzing along with my pen in my hand,

I watch the words form and it’s just as I’d planned.

Then, crash, bang, whallop, the ideas fizzle away,

Evaporating into nothing, now what to say?!

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I’ve a void to fill, as I read back on my thoughts,

In the hope I’ll return to virtually all sorts…

All sorts of inspiration, all sorts of masterpieces,

But it’s no good, not happening, my brain once again freezes…

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So, dear reader, with not alot to show,

I’ll succumb to the blockage that is every writer’s woe,

But all’s not lost, don’t call the writing police,

This piece of writing has unlocked a literary masterpiece!

By Carol Cameleon

I find that if I write a very short, nonsense rhyme at the end of a writing session, it kind of closes the creative ‘door’ (or at least keeps it ajar – it’s never full closed!) and gives me ‘permission’ to call it a day!  It doesn’t matter that it doesn’t make sense or has very tenuous rhymes.  Which is just as well 😉

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Where is the beginning? A poem on chakras ~ #WonderfulWorldofWriting

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Where is the beginning? A poem on chakras

What’s at the beginning?

It all starts at the root,

When we’re not grounded,

Branches can’t develop their shoots.

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Our branches need feeding

With healthy, wholesome foods,

If not they imbalance

And affect our moods.

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When we work from the bottom

And end up at the top,

We have spinning wheels, or

‘chakras’ which never stop…

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Want to feel peaceful and calm?

Meditate daily, don’t be shy,

And your friends they may comment,

Share the love, tell them why…

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…Why you’re feeling grounded

And rooted, like a tree to the earth.

Why those positive thoughts and good food

Give a sense of self-worth.

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…Why you’re feeling creative

Bursting with thoughts and ideas,

As they ebb and flow like the water,

Eroding your fears.

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…Why your ego’s not ‘pumped up’,

You’re calm and ‘together’,

You don’t listen to the bad things,

You don’t need ‘lucky heather’.

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…Why your breathing’s steady and easy

While your heart pumps fresh air,

Pure and cleansed through your body,

To keep you alert and ‘all there’.

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…Why you’re feeling expressive

And you’re speaking your mind,

Being open and clear,

It’s the best way, you will find.

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…Why your sixth sense is open,

It’s your third eye, you see.

Is your perception of reality

With them or with ‘me’?

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…Why your crown’s like a flower,

Its stem’s like your spine,

A petal for each chakra

Now you’re upright and ‘aligned’.

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Now you’re beginning to see

What your thoughts can do,

Breathe slowly, be mindful

That it all starts with you.

By Carol Cameleon

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“The E.D.D.” ~ My Fantastic Friday Fiction Offering…

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Frank and Louise couldn’t decide whether to find out the sexes of their babies.  Both were of the opinion that they had waited this long and come this far that it didn’t matter whether they were pink or blue.  But still, Louise did window shopping in abundance.  From the car seats to the cots, everything was discussed incessantly.  But it was this incessant chatter, this incessant planning that riled Frank somewhat.

How could he ever admit this though?  More importantly, how could he get his head around that odd feeling of resentment that he had towards Louise’s growing bump?  He wanted his wife back.  He wanted her to lavish attention on him, not on baby grows and sterilising equipment.

Frank wondered privately what was the point of planning when you had an EDD?  As if to answer his silent question, Louise openly declared that planning was everything.  After all, the Estimated Delivery Date was just an idea, just a scientific tool to measure clinical detail and growth.  Really, the babies would come when they wanted to and it was best to be prepared, Louise declared.

And so Louise’s countdown continued to the weeks until the next scan, as they got closer and closer to meeting their bundles.  Yet Louise’s growing bump was getting perilously close to pushing Frank further and further away…

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This story follows on from my previous Friday Fiction offering “Miraculous” and you can read the next installment “The Time for What?” here.  A mini saga seems to have naturally been created around parents-to-be Frank and Louise.  That’s what I love about writing, just going with the flow and seeing where it takes you!  This week’s piece is inspired by the ‘Footnotes’ quote:

“New discoveries in science and mathematics often consist of a synthesis between theories or concepts which have hitherto been regarded as unconnected.”
Dr. Anthony Storr, 1920-2001. British psychiatrist