22nd May 2017
The birds are making a racket but I love it and am thankful. I don't think I can get to TTOT today ( Ten Things Of Thankfulness)
One more though - I did do a book review for a magazine this morning and sent it off.
That'll do for now.
A little story from the prompt "found".
Found...
Sally rolled out of bed,
stretched, took her pink dressing gown from behind the door and slowly put it
on taking time to tie a neat bow at the front.
She loved its softness against her skin and hugged herself as she went
to open the curtains. The bright sunlight
that entered the bedroom, showed up dust and untidiness, which she hated, so she
set about making the bed and clearing the clothes from the floor, taking extra
care with her husband’s things, folding everything neatly and putting them in
his drawers.
She arranged the items on
his bedside table as she liked them: the
lamp with movable head so he could read in bed, the photo of him with a lump of
rock - apparently a particularly important find. She spat on it, then polished it with her
sleeve and placed it back with delicate precision. Lastly she picked up the book he’d been
reading for over a week now, “Reading The Rocks” by Marcia Bjormerud, a present
from her the previous Christmas.
Instead of putting it back
she took it with her downstairs to the kitchen, where, after filling the
kettle, she sat and opened it. On the
inside of the cover she had written-
To my dear husband with much love.
Hope this gives you many rocky moments
to remember.
Happy
Christmas,
Sal
Rocky moments - she
thought he would find that amusing, but, as with most things, he wasn’t moved
at all. Apart from seeing him reading the book avidly night after night she
would never have known if he appreciated it or not.
She flicked through a few
pages aimlessly, then threw it down on the table and went to make herself a cup
of coffee, switching on the radio as she went by.
And
now the news where you are. – she pours water into the mug - Early
this morning the body of a man was found
in the River Colne, three miles north of
Watford. – she puts sugar in, one,
two, three, stirs, takes her cup and sits at the table - The
police haven’t released his name but say they are asking for witnesses and
think it may be suicide. There have been two other deaths in the past year in
this stretch of the river, both of which turned out to be suicides.
Sally sips her coffee.
