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Look back

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Why did I not put shoes on? He said to himself as he inspected the bottom of his foot. I mean I walked past the shoes to get outside, I looked at them, ignored them and knew that it was a mistake, but still I didn’t stop.

He pulled the spike out of the flesh inspected it and threw it aside. The blood ooozed out. He was already calculating how much pain he was going to suffer over the next few days, how many pairs of socks he was going to waste because he didn’t put his shoes on. He started to sweat, heart beating quicker, it wasn’t the pain that made his sweat just the annoyance with himself, the worst kind of frustration, his forehead squeezed together and his eyes dimmed. He leant back against the pallet and breathed.

Sticky

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I woke up early, but wanted to sleep more. My body was tired from the walk. I felt like I wanted to go again, to hike up the hill and try hard, but another part of me thought it would be better to rest.

Then the mind started to tick remembering last night and that smile. It was okay, the beers and the laughter, although slowing me down was worth it, just to see her bounce around.

I rolled over to the cold side of the pillow, a little laughter emerged from my heart. I was stuck again, what would come out of this new turn?

Squeaky and the Sunshine Fairies

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Good morning – said the voice from somewhere up above, good morning squeaky replied with a little yawn. He rolled over in his little bed, scrunched up his little face and let out a looooong sigh. And who will you be today the voice continued. Squeaky paused for a moment and then let out his reply.

“Today I want to be squeaky” he announced proudly.

Squeaky lived in a little hole on the north side of moss valley, he had lived there for as long as he could remember, and he loved his little house, it had a little bed, a small stove, (that he frequently bumped his tail on) a set of shelves and of course a cupboard for all his clothes. 

However despite squeaky being a happy sort of a fellow there was one this missing from his home, his mummy. 

Complex

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Joe picked up the dandelion and a little milk spilled out from the stem, he looked at it, ‘the blood of the lion’, he whispered to himself twisting his head in acknowledgement. Thoughts about writing science fiction and fantasy sprung into life. ‘Real world situations’ how could they be transformed into fantastical elements that would bring a smile to readers faces. You know, the ones where the ‘rules’ in the fantasy world are created and then some real world application is given clarity later in the book. You put the book down and smile to yourself, nodding in appreciation. That’s a good moment he thought to himself. But milk from the dandelion… hmmmm maybe not.

He pushed the flower further away from the lens and clicked the shutter… then pulled his head back as the imaged flashed up on the lcd screen. ‘Wow…’ he sighed, ‘complex’. He pinched the screen to zoom in a little further, the seeds were beautiful, they fit perfectly into each other, one leaning on the next delicately touching the heart of the plant, holding on but not too tight. He smiled and looked back at the plant, blew and watched the seeds helicopter away with the breeze.

‘Hold on but not too tight’ he thought to himself.

All You Can See

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It was hard to describe, it spread fast, captured the attention, but still maintained its secrets. Perhaps people in love should follow its example, show everything, but hide something.

Anyway it was effective and after several years it had a strangle hold on the people’s lives. The population needed the blossom to survive, petals provided protection from the sun, pollen the support for the immune system and the nuts, nourishment for life. It hadn’t taken long for all the farmers to dig up their fields and plant the blossom once its value had been proved and it meant that the landscape was now, well it was pink.

The landscape looked amazing, beautiful, a sea of pink, but people did not realise that the plants that grew were sucking the life from the earth. The secret to the humans survival was actually what would kill them in the end. I guess that is the danger of beauty.

Beauty

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I just had to look and my mind wandered

‘Sometimes you forget the little things’.

‘What are you talking about’ Sarah said

‘You know sometimes you forget to look, you’re so focused on where you are going and where you should be you forget…’

‘Oh be quiet… come on we have to get there before the shops shut’

‘You know sometimes the ugly things are the most interesting’

‘I think you are ugly… now come on’

There was a pause as the girls looked at each other, a playful frown growing across Jo’s face, then they laughed.

‘Not as ugly as you’ Jo replied and with one last look at the undergrowth they set off up the hill Jo looking over her shoulder only once at the purple flower she left behind.