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Shirl's Scribblings: July 2010
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Friday, July 30, 2010. The sun cast a glistening silver veneer over the white-capped waves breaking onto the sand bar of the river mouth, and black-back gulls swooped in endless pursuit after shoals of small fish that were stranded in shallow pools created by the ebbing tide. I’ve reached the island! The noise of a huge wave crashing on the shore turned her attention to the tide. Not only was it on the turn, but it was also filling the pools. Patti was anxious. What to do? Labels: NZ Short Story. It has ...
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Shirl's Scribblings: December 2010
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Friday, December 31, 2010. My Time in Cue Part 32. Two nights ago a moth fluttered around my light. It was persistent in its attempt to become amorous with the light, flying nearer and nearer, then in an almost flirtatious manner alighted on the opposite wall as if to say, "Light, chase me! The following night I had a visit from it's twin! Tuesday, December 28, 2010. My Time in Cue Part 31. Until … last night! The army invaded again, stealthily this time. They did not make the buzzing sound or if the...
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Raindrop on a Rose: July 2011
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Sunday, July 3, 2011. Kookaburra in the old gum tree. Is there any image more Australian than the sight of a kookaburra in the old gum tree? Living in the country affords us the opportunity to observe the antics of many varieties of bird life. Admittedly the kookaburra is mainly an early morning bird [who needs an alarm clock? Or a dusk bird, but occasionally its laughter flits across the air waves reminding us of its presence, and announcing to all that 'this is my territory'. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Shirl's Scribblings: The Egg
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Tuesday, January 25, 2011. Beyond the water eroded exterior lay another land, another world; a new beginning and as the yellow centre of the universe diminished the translucent white of the albumen disappeared. For Doni time was running out. As rapid growth cramped his space, his source of nourishment became more precarious by the hour. Doni wondered if he should give serious consideration to moving his head quarters somewhere more spacious. Music reverberated through his head. One, two, three, lunge...
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Aunt Alice's Secret Diary: A Sighting
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Sunday, August 29, 2010. Dear Diary, What promised to be a day of indoors and finding ways of enticing excitement to enter into the theme of the day had a strange twist. The packet biscuits run a close second in flavour, and far excel the slice in the battle to maintain the waistline. Anne graciously offered him a coffee and thrust the biscuit plate towards him. He seemed oblivious to her courtesy; ordered the pair of us to put on shoes and come with him. With a quizzical glance at Anne I wondered if he ...
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Aunt Alice's Secret Diary: Homeward Bound
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Tuesday, September 14, 2010. Dear Diary, the last few days have had a profound effect on my thinking. It was somewhat disconcerting to discover that I had not made a good choice in packing up and running to Anne's from the confusion reigning at Niece and Phil's place. Any woman, indeed any person worthy of being a human being, should have stayed until the situation sorted itself out. Hester is meeting me at the bus depot, and has some news. I am almost home, I am almost home! No place like home! Welcome ...
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Aunt Alice's Secret Diary: Home ~ at Last
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Wednesday, September 22, 2010. Dear Diary, Like turning wheels I have come full circle. Niece waited at the bus stop, tossed my small luggage into the back seat and after ensuring I was settled, drove home. For home it is Dear Diary. Little was said on the journey, which after all only takes a short time, but the absolute pleasure we both felt at being reunited was evident. I felt light hearted. I noticed Hester smiling a silly Cheshire cat smile. It was obvious all was well with her. I dared not enquire.
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Shirl's Scribblings: June 2011
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Tuesday, June 21, 2011. Jack listened to the wind howling and heard the window frames rattling as the storm whipped itself into a frenzy. Outside all was not calm but Jack, in his ivory tower, did not worry. A illuminating even more the wondrous items Jack had collected all around him. Jack was a loner. That almost covered its immaculate surface. On the whole the women liked this job. No boss around and there was a certain satisfaction in knowing their hard toil kept the place like the palace it ...Jack ...
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Raindrop on a Rose: April 2011
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Wednesday, April 20, 2011. Some creatures on this earth are beautiful, some downright ugly, some delightful and some scary. Spiders fit into the last category, though I do know that spiders may only be scary to a few . I am one of the few! Too often spiders form part of my day in the mid-west of Australia; some I ignore, others I scream loud and long enough for My Man to come to the rescue. My Man called out, "Your friend is out here.". My Man commented on the unusual lumps on its body. Quite frankly...
