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Although this particular blog started nine years ago today, I have been with WordPress a lot longer. I had a different blog for three or four years. But this is the longest I have kept one updated. I have other blogs on both WordPress and Blogger, but this is the one I update the most.
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Every week a photo is donated to use as a prompt for a story in 200 words or under.
If you want to see what others have written, then click on the InLinkz frog image, and if you want to have a go, then click on the Sunday Photo Fiction image.
One hundred metres. That is how far he had to run to the end of the pier. Training to be the best of the best took nearly all of his time. Running for the Olympics was one thing, but this was different. Now he would run in the Human Race.
With the destruction of the planet not far off, only the best runners, swimmers, boxers and all other sportsmen and women would be eligible for the ark he wanted. His goal, to reach the other end of the pier in less than ten seconds. He would then be eligible for selection to join the ark and take the journey to a new star system, to colonise Trappist 1
All athletes were allowed only one chance as so many wanted the coveted spot. He grinned to himself at the thought of how he nobbled some of the other athletes. From a tiny pebble in a shoe, stitching a thistle into a pair of shorts, a small sponge to make the shoe smaller.
Now, he stood at the beginning of the pier, waiting. At the nod, he took off at full sprint, slipped and fell in the water.
This morning I was trying something out on my laptop, and went on to YouTube for some reason. Oh yes, that was it. I was at C.E.Ayr’s Sunday Photo Fiction post and he had David Bowie’s Space Oddity on there. I mentioned that it was one of my favourites, as was Billy Don’t Be A Hero by Black Lace.
Since then, I have spent the day playing music from the 60s, 70s and 80s. I used to play them all the time, but I stopped for a while and so I went to song after song after song. Going through House of the Rising Sun, Lily The Pink, Matchstalk Men, Where Do You go To My Lovely, In The Year 2525, Seasons In The Sun and many others before going on to the girls – The Bangles Walk Like An Egyptian, Eternal Flame, Manic Monday and then Belinda Carlisle’s Heaven Is A Place On Earth and Leave A Light On For Me. Tiffany’s I Think We Are Alone Now, T’Pau – China In Our Hands. Then Kim Wilde – Kids In America.
The music of today pales in comparison to how it used to be. There was the melody, there was no swearing (or very little), no rap and the singers played instruments as well. They weren’t formed on shows. They were good from the outset. Well, I say that a couple were one-hit-wonders, but they were still very good.
Two from Chess I watched were I Know Him So Well and One Night In Bangkok.
Music is not as good as it used to be, and sometimes I wish I could wipe the memory of those songs from decades past so I can listen to them for the first time again and be impressed with them.
There are so many good songs from those decades past and so few hours in the day. And then I see links to so many more I want to watch. SO I am going to leave one video here.
"Here is my secret. It is very simple: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.."- Antoine de Saint Exupéry
because reading also involves the way your head rests on your hand as you lean over a book, the damp mark you leave on a page when reading in the tub, or being interrupted by a
A Mixed Bag 