It is interesting. My Grandmother left some post cards from friends which I read and added to my stamp collection. I have a pair of her earrings also that I saw her wear once. Even elderly she was beautiful. Now I wonder who else may have left written things in Grandmas family.
Very nice story. Once on a trail ride. We stopped to eat our roast beef sandwiches. The pony I was riding wanted some and yes ate its share roast beef and all.
Really loved the grittiness of the first poem, taking something that normally brings a sense of wonder, awe and joy into something grim and cynical (and I’m not even really the biggest fan of that style of storytelling). So great job there.
The clock one was eerie as heck, but I loved it. I kind of interpreted it as if the clock turned sentient. Amazing work all around. Faved to reference as inspiration later
Very nicely done, Sumojo. Time is definitely going to betray us when we turn the clocks back on Sunday, and we lose an hour's sleep. I don't know if you have that in Australia. I really wish they would discontinue it here.
When I was a child, we lived rural and no one actually prepared or celebrated Halloween except the classroom in the school. Or, if you lived in a town.
When my children were in school it was a time when suddenly Halloween was a time to beware of what children might find in their Treat bags, if they went trick or treating. As the children grew, we were more likely to buy them a bag of candy then take them into a nearby town to trick or treat.
Halloween for some people is just for fun. For me I basically just ignore it.
Precious, it’s a word I connect with my childhood. My mum used to tell me I was precious.
I think all babies are precious, they are a miracle. Each time we have a new baby in the family my emotions run haywire and I can hardly believe they’re here and are absolutely perfect. How can nature produce anything so exquisite?
There are few things I count as precious, I’m not interested in jewellery or in what is called a precious metal, gold.
I have a few people whom I class as friends. I think if anyone has those few core people who are there for them in good times and bad that’s all you need.
The ‘friends’ on Facebook aren’t real and the platform has diminished the word friends.
So I’m happy with my precious family and my few real friends.
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