#vss365 #fascinate #revolve #illusive
She relishes her illusive role, watching from behind an ivory veil as onlookers revolve in fascination. She waits. Her marbled flesh cold to those who dare to touch. Then she moves, delights in the recoil. The statue lives.
#vss365 #frustrate #tempest
Usually the traffic lights would frustrate her journey home, but after the day she’d had each red light was a welcome pause. A chance to ponder the day’s exasperations, let each tempest settle, arrive home a little wiser and a lot calmer.
#vss365 #waver
“Do not waver.” She read the words on the postcard that fell from the pages of the library book. Glancing around, no one in view she slipped it into her pocket. Another sign, like the horoscope in the discarded newspaper. The universe wanted her to be bold. Who was she to argue.
#vss365 #divide
The sharp knife glides through the sponge, dividing the cake into eight portions, equal to within a millimetre. With six offspring to contend with, Ma was a slick separator where food was concerned.
#vss365 #overcast
Her overcast mood reflected in the dark clouds and the grey ground. Feet pounding in rhythm to her anxiety as she faced another day. The spot of yellow caught her eye, a solitary daffodil in bloom in a muddy patch of earth — an oasis in the gloom.
Ha ha, we had exactly the same scenario with my mother 😁
Two books in the Pix and Gabe adventure tales.
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#vss365
in a world that lost
its sense of where it’s going
it helps
to step away
from stale air
& lift just enough
to hear what doesn't speak
to #partake in poetry
& search for what still matters
in untamed nature
where mind & feeling meet
without excess
& it all
falls into tune
#vss365 #poetry 🎨A. Pasini
#vss365 #partake
She clasped the medal in her hands, her heart swelling with pride. She’d won. Of course, she’d say all the right things –the importance of teamwork –how happy she was to partake, but all the hard work had paid off. She’d succeeded and most importantly she’d proven them all wrong.
#vss365 #surpass
She turned away to hide the grin. Her two-year-old’s capacity for drama surpassed Hollywood’s best. A performance worthy of an Oscar, yet there would still be no Peppa Pig DVD before bedtime.
Thank you Debbie, wonderful words prompts to get my writerly brain in gear on a morning 😁
#vss365 #corner
She hates parties, her friends only invite her because she doesn’t drink. A free lift and someone to hold their hair as they puke. Once again the corner swallows her as she watches and waits for the drama to begin.
Time is #precious, Dad told me. I think that's why he kept his over polished and hidden behind thick protective glass. I like my time scuffed at the edges with cracked paint and faded colours from days under the sun. Dad's time may have been precious, but I'm making sure mine is well spent.
#vss365
#vss365
Fallen from above, like a #precious starling, where the sun bleeds into the sky. Her eyes dance like desert lightning - her skin is flecked with gold. She holds the breath of rain shadows. She is the mirage of love – the after image of desire.
Waves breaking over stone jetty under a cloudlit sky.
She looks at me,
eyes moonstruck from the craggy shore.
I pray I’ll never forget those shoreborn eyes,
which held me for many a night and morrow.
But the ocean turns hours to years and boy to man,
and my #Bonny is but a memory—
for land and sea, they meet but once.
#vss365
📷 Pixabay
#vss365 #precious
She waited patiently for the precious moment when she could step outside after the rain to see the rainbow and smell the petrichor, knowing the darkness had passed and she would once again feel the warmth of the sun on her skin.
#vss365 #bonny
A teddy lies on the bank of the Loch, lost and forlorn. I pick him up, sit him on a rock beside me, imagine, somewhere, a bonny bairn being carried to bed, fearful of a night alone. Together we look hopefully across the water Ted and I, patiently waiting to be found.
I’m delighted that my #debutnovel is now available to preorder from Barnardpublishing.co.uk I’d love you to take a look 👀
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#vss365 #harmony
She seeks her shoal, a harmony of voices swimming together through life’s discord, where words give balance in a chorus of like minded souls.
#vss365 #lightning
There was no flash of inspiration, no hasty scribble to capture words before their spark discharged. She waited and waited for the enlightening moment which failed to materialise. Perhaps tomorrow lightning will strike but not today.
#vss365 #spellbound
Ma modelled herself on the Hollywood icons of the 1940s with the style of Grace Kelly and the poise of Katherine Hepburn. She knew how to make an entrance. Even in her eighties she would have a room spellbound.
As I inch closer to the publication of my debut novel, here’s the latest in my winding road series over on Substack
#debutauthor2026
open.substack.com/pub/lesleyja...
#vss365 #jewelry
If bold was in vogue she favoured subdued jewellery, if discreet was the style she chose flamboyant. Always a trend setter, she followed her own fashion.
#vss365 #magnanimous
Ma’s magnanimous nature came to the fore put at each birthday party. A room full of gunky kids would test most parents, but Ma revelled in the sticky mess, her inner child glimpsed in her smile.
The bountiful cornucopia of a child’s imagination too often is left to rot. #vss365
Sad but true 😥
#vss365 #bountiful
When sleep eludes she’s told to count sheep, an old wives tale for sure but she’ll try anything, although the bountiful flock of woolly wanderers were hard to keep track of. After an hour she gave up, went home and slept like a log.
