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‘This won’t hurt’ said my friend Rosey crossing her fingers.  It would, but if Jess wanted silky hairless legs, a little pain was a small price to pay!

Jess lay there, eyes screwed shut.  Rosey clutched the waxing strip and commenced the countdown.  Three, two, one … pull! 

Jess screamed and shot her other leg straight into Rosey’s shin!  

An hour later Rosey was in A&E having her fractured bone fixed. 

Walking with crutches was like having four legs, two with a mind of their own!   Somehow, she managed to scrounge an electric wheelchair – that’s another story for another day! 

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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and to Susan Eames for the photo.

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for Wordless Wednesday

 

I came across this picture and I thought I’d share it with you. For the uniniciated, 1 ounce (oz for short) equals just under 3 grams and a pound (lb for short) is a little under a half a kilo.

 

for Ragtag Daily Prompt which today is hosted by Christine. The given word is Amber.

I pour a little into my special glass. I raise it to my nose and as I inhale, I’m transported to a field of freshly mown hay, wildflowers and heather. I lift it to the light, twist it in my hand and watch as the amber nectar sparkles, glows and …

Sorry, did you say something? 

Am I going to drink it? 

NO!  It’s washing up liquid. Now shove off, otherwise you’ll have to help me clean this load of dirty crockery, cutlery and glasses.

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for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt where the given word is Paradox and the limit, 71 words.

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‘Hey, look’.

‘What?’ 

‘There are holes in my cheese’.

‘Yes Rosey, it’s Swiss cheese’.

‘That’s unfair’.

‘Why?’

‘Because, the more holes there are, the less cheese I get’.

 ‘Well, no, because …’

‘Yes, the bigger the lump of cheese the more holes there are, duh!’

‘Well, okay but …’

‘So the more cheese there is, the less cheese there is’.

‘No, erm … yes  but …  I give up!’

Deafening silence.

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If you want to read more stories about My Friend Rosey you’ll find another 60 or so here!

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The moon is bright tonight.  So bright, it casts shadows upon the blanket of pure white snow.  Mine walks beside me, keeping me company.

A cloaked figure strolls in my direction.  I’m unable to make out his face, just a hollow void.  I step aside.  It’s as though he doesn’t see me.

I glance over my shoulder; he has no shadow, leaves no footprints in the virgin snow.

I shut my eyes as a rush of freezing wind stings my face only to cease as suddenly as it started.  When I open them he is nowhere to be seen.

 

Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and to Sarah Potter for the photo.

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for Wordless Wednesday

Just one picture from me this week. I took it whilst strolling along the beach the other afternoon.

for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt where the given word is Wrangle and the limit just 33 words.

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For ages I’ve tolerated them, noisy neighbours wrangling over this, that and the other, day and night.

There’s a black van outside now, cop cars and reporters too.

It’ll be gratifyingly quiet tonight. 

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for Friday Fictioneers

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The answer’s no.

I haven’t asked you yet.

You’re about to, I know that expression.

I just need you to …

You want me to go outside, don’t you.

Well …

In the freezing cold, right?

Yes, but …

No but!

I need you to nip to the shop.

It’s too cold.

Well, wear a coat.

It’s starting to snow.

Wear a hat too.

Why don’t you go?

Because erm …

Because it freezing and you want to stay in the warm.

Actually, I’m planning a surprise for when you return.

What surprise?

You know!

What, that?

That!

Right, I’ll be as quick as I can!

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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and to Dale Rogerson for the photo.

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for Wordless Wednesday

Normally, around now each year, the folk of the UK remember those that fought for our freedom in bygone days. This year there were no parades or hymn singing, but our town did us proud with a little poppy adorned car!

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for Shweta’s Six Word Stories where the given word is Stars.

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Looked for stars

Tripped

Saw stars!

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