G'Day,
I hope all is well in your world. weather etc not treating you too harshly.
Here is my try at Sunday Scribblings for this week.
Karrie walked around her space. Loving it. The fresh smell of the furniture polish, the gleam of the expensive crystal bowl with fruit in it on the mahogany carved coffee table. She sat down on the lounge and sunk into it's soft warm cushions and stared at the big screen television in front of her. Should she switch it on. No she knew it would be such a shame to break the spell that her perfect lounge room was providing her. It was so warm in here, so comfortable, a space she could be proud to have as her own. She got up and walked into the bedroom area. That quilt cover was so pretty and the sheets freshly changed and new, as were the curtains. The other sheets were put away in storage and she was enjoying the new color scheme and atmosphere in here. Nothing but the best for her high tastes.
Oh the kids had found her and she had to go and referee their antics again. "No Simon, no, don't touch the crystal bowl, it might get broken, Oh Celia come here while I wipe your nose again. Slow down, don't run around like that. "
Her spell was broken. It was so cold outside, not good for Celia's health with that cold she was suffering at the moment, that cough, oh lord.
Simon, he was tough, could handle anything and owned the world. He ran on ahead skipping and bouncing. Past the people rushing home, leaving work. It was quite a walk back to her tiny, dark, damp, apartment. The landlord would be waiting for the last of her welfare cheque, for his rent. Pancakes for tea again tonight and if the kids didn't finish them all she might get the leftovers.
We all want something. Pigs might fly.
Bye
Love Linda.
10 comments:
You have to express more your opinion to attract more readers, because just a video or plain text without any personal approach is not that valuable. But it is just form my point of view
Well, I think it was a fantastic post. I could really empathise and feel that ache for something better.. and then the crushing weight of reality. Jae ..
Half empty or half full - it is all in your point of view. Wonderful post as always, Linda.
We are going thru a point of view thing right now. The weather has warmed up some and we have beautiful icicles on the gutters - with an ice dam that is causing leaks indoors. Reading up on what to do to break up the ice dam and going to try the snow melt filled sock tossed on the edge of the roof thing. Will be funny to see socks and pantyhose along the edge of the roof.
I liked your post Linda :)
peace and light
T
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We always struggle on. Good post.
The sadness and the longing came over so well. When you meet characters such as Karrie, you feel you need to help but strangely the help you can give is not always welcome. Sometimes it is because they want more than that now! At other times they have plans that are unworkable.
This is an excellent snapshot of poverty, need and despair. Well done indeed.
Dear Linda ~~ I loved your story about the dear old lady wishing for a nicer apartment. Good to be able to dream isn't it? Love, Merle.
sad little lady. I hope there was plenty to eat so she could have left overs.
Ah! you have written a short story!
I tried reading it twice, until it dawned upon me that this was not a reflection of your own thoughts , but a flight of fancy ( or pigs). Wonderful!
I am wishing for her and you a sky full of flying pigs...
~laughing~
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