The color of her affections

I never knew Kelly but I do get a sense of the love that her family and friends had for her.

As I gaze out at the beautiful blue ocean across this magnificent memorial mosaic chair, I am  reminded by the colour of her affections, that even in the sadness of her death, the beauty of love and friendship remains.

Putting My Feet in the DirtOctober’s Writing prompts.This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.

Added aggravations

The day had started with a promising sunrise. By mid- morning the laundry was all  pegged out, a gentle breeze was blowing and it was time for a coffee.  Oops there was no coffee in the canister. Oh well, maybe a green tea will suffice. No, there was nothing in that canister either. 

Feeling slightly aggrieved, she decided to go for a brisk walk down to the local cafe. Maybe she would meet a friend there. Oh no, the cafe was closed. CLOSED DUE TO COVID stated the sign which had been haphazardly scribbled and displayed in the window. 

She gritted her teeth- another aggravation. She retraced her steps. “Oh well I’ll have to drink a bottle of water when I get home,” she decided as she trudged back up the hill.  Alas, the water arrived not in a bottle but in raindrops which sprinkled upon her head all the way home. She stuck out her tongue and tasted the raindrops. It didn’t quite quench her thirst. 

By the time she reached her front door, the rain had settled into a steady downpour. She looked out the back window. Sure enough, It was raining on her laundry which was strewn on the muddy ground. 

“No more added aggravations” she pleaded. “ I just hope there are some drops left in that bottle of wine.”

You guessed it, no such luck, her glass was still half empty even after she squeezed the bottle. 

Putting My Feet in the DirtOctober’s Writing prompts.This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.

A pinch of purpose

“Ouch!”   I squealed in pain, “Mum, she pinched me, she pinched me!”

My little sister giggled and skipped away down the stairs and out the front door.
I chased after her, rubbing my sore arm and declaring that she would rue the day she pinched me.  

One minute I had been reading quietly, engrossed in my book, then next minute, she stretched out her hand, grabbed hold of my skinny arm and pinched it hard. She grinned her mischievous grin, poked out her tongue and then she ran away.

“You got it wrong,” I yelled after her.  “It’s not the first of the month yet. Besides which, it should be a pinch and a punch – just wait till I catch you…”
Yet I couldn’t catch her at all. She was too quick for me as she darted into the back yard.  

“Where was she hiding?” I pondered. Maybe this was what she had planned – I had refused her first request to play hide and seek, yet here I now was, seeking to find her hiding place.

I counted loudly “ 1, 2…miss a few… 99, 100.  Coming ready or not” 
I stopped, I listened and yes sure enough, there was a muffled giggle coming from amongst the flowers at the  bottom of the garden. No fairies there – I know this having looked for them myself when I was but a three year old pixie.

I sneaked over to the wild flowers rustling in the breeze. There she was, grinning again. How could I refuse that cuteness. “Gotcha” I called, “now its your turn to count.

I guess her pinch had served its purpose.

Putting My Feet in the DirtOctober’s Writing prompts.This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.

In this life or the next?

Should we have the right to choose when to die?  The great debate on euthanasia continues.

On Saturday the referendums for the End of Life choice and the Cannabis Legalisation and Control Bill will be voted on in New Zealand.

I have been pondering the End of Life Choices Act  and the Cannabis Legislation and Control Bill, and weighing up the pros and cons of each choice. I have listened to both sides of the debate about euthanasia. I have even tuned in to the legalisation of cannabis documentaries – oh those the endless debates!!

Even aside from deciding who to vote for in the general election, these are important decisions to make.

 I have watched a  documentary about the lack of sufficient medical staff, the cost and unavailability of early treatment, the lack of resources, huge waiting times that result in many people are dying before getting any cancer treatment. Is cancer the only way people die these days?

 Do we need the right to make a choice to end our own life?  Is this to be the final solution to overcrowded and underfunded health resources?

What happened to dying of old age?  Can people still die of old age or does there have to be an identified specific cause of death?

 So many questions. Enough already..!

In my usual procrastinating way – I will delay dying as long as I can. Does that mean I have to look after and exercise my  body a bit better? At the very least, I suppose I will exercise my right to vote. 

In this life or the next, or maybe even next week, we may find the answers….or will it just be pot luck?

Putting My Feet in the DirtOctober’s Writing prompts.

When love is more than love

An interesting concept. Surely love is just love regardless of its current shape or form. 

It can’t  be much less than those exacting expectations we place on our lover. When could it be more? What if it doesn’t feel like love anymore?

 What is love if not a set of mixed emotions? Do we really truly love someone  or something, or is it just that we enjoy being in love with the idea of love – under any circumstances?

Romantic love has its time in our lives but what happens when the first glow of passionate love fades?  Is this when love becomes more complex?  

A mothers love is all-encompassing in those first years of infant dependence. How loving is that mother? Does love conquer all?

Is this when love is more than love? 

Putting My Feet in the DirtOctober’s Writing prompts.This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.