PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz
Stomping my feet, doing a jig and waving my arms about like a raging lunatic, I finally gave up.
The night was so black I’d winded myself locating my car earlier than I’d anticipated, the only light a dazzling glow from the camera’s ever-ready presence comforting me in my frozen stupor.
Diving back into the car I started the engine. There was no way I’d even be able to operate the shutter and time was running out.
My phone beeped. An email!
“Aargh… better check it!”
‘Log in for updates on the Boson’s Meteor’
“No! Damn! Damn!”
“It’s tomorrow night!”
I’d Rather Be…
…lying on my back
in the long grass
basking in the warmth
of a highland summer’s day
the vast array of sensations
no words can define
the buzz of the bees and flies
the tunes of breeze
through the grasses
the call of the sheep
to their growing lambs
the bouquet of scents
and watching the clouds
gently floating by…
… succinctly… in Heaven!
Nearly Orchid time again!
Tuesday Photo Challenge
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
Delusions of History
The launch chugged into view, moored alongside and slowly despatched its cargo.
The sociology bunch shuffled uneasily into the foyer, the warm day suddenly turning ice cold.
“We’ll start in the West Wing,” the guide announced, handing out maps and historical information.
“God, it’s horrendous what they did to people in these padded rooms.”
“Yes… but it’s even more horrendous that they now do it in broad daylight, in a different way.”
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t tell me you’ve never seen the numbers of dejected people huddled in city doorways.”
“Exactly! No less sanctimonious than our forebears!”
PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll
The Art of Boxing
“I’ll box your ears sure as look at you Brandon Harley! You wait and see!” hollered Bobby as he strode purposefully in the direction of Bing’s Boxing Academy.
“Hello and welcome.”
“Anyone wishing to share their reasons for Bing here?”
Bobby perked up,“ I want to be able to box the ears of an ‘*******!’”
“Ah, well, we’re certainly going to learn the art of boxing but, more importantly we are going to learn the art of not needing to use it in the first place.”
Bobby’s face was a picture, a concoction of dumbfoundedness and rage.
“Sir? “he whimpered.