Images through the spyglass.
(Secrecy, confidences, a never-ending silence.)
Mirroring.
Today’s posting for a Tale a Day in Ten Words
Author Archives: Sally Beeson
No10 #365 #TaleIn10
With a haughty swagger he left the scene. Responsibility none
Today’s posting for a Tale a Day in Ten Words
No9 #365 #TaleIn10
Old friends, rekindling their pact, begin nature’s timely challenge. Ageless.
Today’s posting for a Tale a Day in Ten Words
No8 #365 #TaleIn10
The track no longer bridged the ravine. A traveller’s imaginings
Today’s posting for a Tale a Day in Ten Words
No7 #365 #TaleIn10
The bees had returned. Their Journey could begin. A connection …
Today’s posting for a Tale a Day in Ten Words
No6 #365 #TaleIn10
As Zephyrus blew wet kisses, despondently, she began to swell
My posting for a Tale a Day in Ten Words
No5 #365 #TaleIn10
As voices reached a crescendo, close harmonies ripped through worlds.
My fifth posting for a Tale a Day in Ten Words
No4 #365 #TaleIn10
Slow, gentle across those tracks. A treacherous cliff edge. Oblivion.
My fourth posting for a Tale a Day in Ten Words
No 3 #365 #TaleIn10
Rosa Parks-inspired, he makes a stand; he begins to breathe.
My third posting for a Tale a Day in Ten Words made on the anniversary of the birth of a much-celebrated lady
I did agonise over this one. I mean, does a hyphenated word become a single word or does it still count as two words even when hyphenated? I decided to add the second “he” as I’d used a hyphenated word and then, well, should I have added another hyphen between Rosa and Parks, potentially making it nine words? Oh, it’s a quandry. In the end I settled for it as it is. After all, these are my own rules!
February cold is here
So that surely is a great time to get writing and crafting and telling. Perfect time for cosy fireside tales, quiet reflection and dark and magical enchantments. Time to recall the stories from childhood – who told what and to whom …
When I was young my Grandfather used to tell me a story about Paddington. No, not the bear. He would tell me about the station and all the different trains that visited – their distant journeys and their exotic passengers and the quiet corners of the station that cosseted its secrets and allowed those who wished, to hide from their fellow travellers. London seemed such a long distance and time away back then.