Written in response to a cool
image I saw on Bushboy’s World.
Thanks for letting me use it, Brian!
Tag: Australia
Midnight Delivery
Written in response to a cool image
I saw on Bushboy’s World.
Thanks for letting me use it, Brian!
Promised Land: Fire & Water – From Mount Breckan to SS Waratah
Inspired by Max’s blog called ‘Old Steam Ships’.
This is my fiction story combined with facts about
four passengers on board the doomed SS Waratah.
The House That Healed
When I saw this photo on Brian’s site,
Bushboy’s World, I knew I wanted to
write something. Here it is. Thanks to
Brian for the use of his wonderful photo.
Behind The Blue Door
Written in response to this delightful photo
by Brian Dodd at bushboys world, who
graciously allows me to share with you.
Here’s where the image took me.
The Messenger’s Bicycle
When I saw this photo on Brian’s site,
Bushboy’s World, I knew I wanted to
write something. Here it is. Thanks to
Brian for the use of his wonderful photo.
The old bicycle leaned against the shed wall in Gallipoli, 1915. Private Thomas Webb had ridden it through dust and danger, leather saddlebags stuffed with dispatches too sensitive for the telegraph.
The green canvas bag held rations …. hard biscuits, a tin of jam. The pale linen pouch concealed folded maps, pencil-marked with troop positions. The rolled leather bundle on the front fork? Letters, dozens of them, from mothers and sweethearts, promises of home.
Thomas never read them. That wasn’t his job.
On a Tuesday morning in April, he made his last run between command posts. The bicycle came back without him, bags still full, chain still ticking softly as it rolled to a stop against a stone wall.
Someone propped it there. Nobody moved it.
If only bags could speak.
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This is “Diggers of the Anzac (This is Gallipoli)” by John Williamson
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Heaven’s Light
Written in response to this fabulous photo by
Brian Dodd at bushboys world, who
graciously allows me to share the beauty.
Here’s where the image took me.
Beneath the Southern Cross: Love in the Outback
Written for Sunday Whirl Wordle . Our host is
Brenda Warren; her prompt words for this week are
shown below. Here’s where the prompts took me.
rifle, grass, flush, steam, radiance, beetle,
perfume, drifted, swaying, hypnotic, hiss, and skin
Grafton
Written for Fandango’s Story Starter #237.
The image I used is courtesy of Brian Dodd at
Bushboys World. Please check out his amazing
site. Here’s my story with Fan’s prompt line.
Town With No Cheer
This week at Glyn Wilton’s Mixed Music Bag,
he’s asking us to write about a song in which
the title or a line mentions the current month.
Here’s my featured March artist and his song.
Business As Usual
This week Jim Adams has asked his readers
in his post “Sprouting and Thriving” to write about
a song that won a Grammy award for the Best New Artist.
Written for Song Lyric Sunday, here is my choice.
TWILIGHT TIME
Incorporating the word “astounding”, this was written for # Eugi’s Weekly Prompt July 19, 2022
Coffee mug in hand, I leaned over the railing of my little vacation rental staring out at the Great Barrier Reef. Recently divorced and childless, I was now truly alone for the first time in a dozen years.
“Glorious sunrise, isn’t it?” a smooth Australian baritone voice remarked. I turned my head to see a ruggedly handsome man with unruly blonde hair in jeans and a sweater.
We exchanged smiles and appreciative glances. I replied that it was indeed glorious.
He lingered for a moment or two, then declared “Well, I’m off. Snapper and mash for brekkie.” He walked a few steps and turned. “I wonder, do you like Semillon Sauvignon Blanc? “
I sipped my coffee thoughtfully and said “I haven’t had the pleasure but I do enjoy a good chilled white wine.”
“Meet me right here tonight; if you think this is a thing of beauty, you should see the sunsets. They’re astounding.” And he walked off, the clop of his boots on the deck the only sound.
He was right about the wine and the sunset. That was the last night I would ever be alone again.
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