Still trying to get my act together, but managed to get something in almost on time. Delighted to see Rochelle has used my photo of a sudden snowfall in Central Park – we were taking a carriage ride and suddenly the snow started falling – magical.
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Penny is late. I fiddle with the strap of my overnight bag. I don’t like waiting. I’ve been here so long people are staring. We said 5pm outside the café; the park closes at 6pm she’d better hurry up.
Sarah was the same where time was concerned, always late. It got on my nerves in the end, along with her flawless skin. No need to cover her acne with layers of Max Factor. And her hair, so shiny and wavy… not so wavy the last time I saw her. Everyone gets their comeuppance in the end though, it’s only fair.
I haven’t been around for a while as my life has taken several twists and turns, nothing bad, but time consuming and I have missed my friends. I will try and keep up, thank you for being patient. Thanks to Rochelle for never missing a beat and to Stephen Baum for the photo this week.
Copyright Stephen Baum
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Throwing the Switch
Martha looked pale and small in the hospital bed. Was she breathing? Harold held her hand; the realisation of his need for her overwhelmed him. It seemed she had always been with him, even before they met. Before the dream became a reality.
As the nursing team carried out their checks, he paced the room, willing her to stay, to come back to him.
‘She’s resting, Mr Jackson, do you want anything?’
I want to stay with her forever
‘No, thank you.’
Martha slowly opened her eyes.
Her voice threw the switch and Harold’s smile lit up the room.
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