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Me – a 10-minute SoCS write for Linda G Hill’s prompt.

See here for Linda G Hill’s website and prompts

Me. I, Myself? What can I possibly say that will convince you to choose between the three of them? You may love Me, be passionate about I, or still have deep feelings for Myself, but will you be able to whittle down the three to just the one?

I knows you for what you are, and you don’t fool Me, let alone your being cared for by Myself.

You and I? Me and someone like You? Myself, I would protect you from Myself, unlike Me.

Me and his shadow, I and another like Him, Al by Myself, seeking insider information?

You tell Me. And I shall be Here beside Myself. I cannot tell You, or so he told Me. As to Myself, I cannot understand Myself, and He cannot understand Me. She doesn’t believe in Me, and I understands Me only too well. Tell You Me this: should I work it out for Myself, or He for Me?

What I really wants to know is, when it comes to Me, is He actually working for Himself? Or am I?

You may understand all of this, but I has lost the plot, and He really hasn’t ever known what was going on. Myself, I liked, but He hates Me.


I went fly-fishing,

and, as the joke goes,

caught a four pound bluebottle –

but I had to let it go.

I wasn’t actually using a hook,

or a line, or a Rod, Jane, or Freddy.

To be honest,

I never actually went fly-fishing,

as I have no desire to capture

or cause injury

to a huge wingéd insect.

Tiny Novel

The Beginning (also known as ‘The Start’).

Then the middle.

Then the End (also k a ‘The Conclusion’).

No more than 80,000 words, no less than 6.

Being about stuff or things.

With characters (aka ‘People’).

It’s a rough draught at the moment, but with a little work…

Any buyers?

More leaves leave – prose version

More leaves leave

⁃ prose

The leaves fell from the trees in droves; it behoves me to say that this proves nothing; Autumn has shoved Summer into the past and has taken hold; will autumn last for a while? Yes. Yet, eventually, Autumn, too, will be relegated into the past, and then… well then comes Winter, and we shall see what that brings.

Heath & Robinson’s affair

Heath & Robinson

Heath and Robinson were having an affair. Not one of the sordid affairs that you get so often in the literary area; but a ramshackle, makeshift, higgledy-piggledy, cumbersome hotch-potch of an affair.

Dragons and Fairy Tales – One-liner Wednesday. #1linerweds

See here for Linda G Hil’s #1linerweds prompt

(Dragons and fairy tales)

“Well, I’ll say one thing…” Said Drago to his father, as the bedtime story reached its third hour, “…these fairly tales certainly do drag on a bit.”

Blue sky thinking

When I say

that I

am blue sky thinking,

does that mean

that I

am thinking about blue skies,


that I

am looking at the blue skies,

but thinking about something else?

Just asking for a friend.

Horse Drawn Vehicles

The pictures themselves

are not the best;

but, give the horses a break,

I can’t draw,

and I have hands.

Start a book, finish a book?

How many times have you started a book,

only to put it down way before the end,

with no intention to ever pick it back up again?

It doesn’t happen to me often;

but ‘twice’ in one week?!

One was a 99p special that promised to be okay, one was an old ‘horror’ book from an author from the 70’s and beyond.

My tastes may have changed on the second one, my strong dislike of unnecessary crude language put me off of the first.

So, I returned to the sanctity of an Agatha. Miss Marple to the rescue once more.

And, normal service has been resumed.

It’s not that I don’t try (and like) new books – ‘The Lip’ by Charlie Carroll was interesting – but I do tend to follow the authors that have established themselves upon my reading lists.

Right! I’m off to see what is happening with the murder investigation at Chipping Cleghorn.

“Is it Wednesday?”

“Is it Wednesday?” asked the cat, who had the gift of speech, but an amazing lack of spatial awareness when it came to days of the week.

See here for Linda’s one-liner-Wednesday