At my most basic self,
I have a zealous heart.
I always set out to do things right,
from the very start.
If a job is worth the doing
it’s worth doing well,
That’s what I always try to do
I hope it’s something you can tell.
A zealous heart truly is
a dreadful pain, you know?
I find it hard to simply let it be,
It has to be ‘just so’.
That’s the case for everything,
but more importantly
above all things, I have to have
the perfect cup of tea.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 19/August/2018
A few days ago I wrote a short story about a woman on holiday, called Sun, Sea and a Cup of Tea. See here:
Well it didn’t seem finished and a few people told me that it needed some more, so I wrote part two here:
But it still wasn’t finished. So here is the finale.
Sun, Sea and a Cup of Tea – Finale
Jane walked down the street from the apartment complex to the main part of town. She heard a couple of guys wolf whistle as she went past. She smiled to herself. Her fifty-year-old body may not be as slim as it used to be but clearly, she still had it. Then she heard footsteps behind her. Angela was walking a long behind her wearing a white sarong dress over her black bikini with a black wide-brimmed hat. She wore stylish espadrille wedges on her feet that gave her extra height. Jane felt a pang of jealousy as she realised the wolf whistles hadn’t been for her at all but for Angela’s stunning twenty-something year old figure instead.
Angela walked up to her and gave her a warm smile. “Hi Jane, are you headed into town too? Do you mind if I join you?”
Continue reading Sun, Sea and a Cup of Tea – Finale.
A couple of days ago I wrote a short story about a woman on holiday, called Sun, Sea and a Cup of Tea. See here:
Well it didn’t seem finished and a few people told me that it needed some more, so here is part two.
Jane opened the door to her apartment. To her relief her husband had managed to wake up, all by himself and judging by the sound of the shower was preparing himself for the day ahead. It was twenty minutes past ten and he’d been asleep since eleven o’clock last night. She had heard practically every snore. She was beginning to worry that he’d gone into some kind of hibernation. She’d always suspected he was at least half bear, he was hairy enough from the neck down. When they’d met he had a good head of hair too, but that had since deserted his head like snow deserted the mountains in summer. He claimed that thirty years of marriage to her had caused it to fall out.
She walked over to her open suit case and took out her travel kettle. She knocked on the bathroom door. “Who is it?” Her husband called out. Who does he think it is? She wondered.
Putting on a bit of an accent she replied “It’s Lolita your Spanish maid can I come in and squeeze your bottom?”
Continue reading Sun, Sea and a Cup of Tea – Part Two
This story was inspired by the following word prompts:
Word of the Day: Insipid
Your daily word: Accommodation
The Haunted Wordsmith’s Three Things Challenge:
Today’s things are: caterpillar, silent, hotel
Sun, Sea and a Cup of Tea
It was a lovely hotel and for once it looked exactly like it had in the brochure. The online reviews ranged, like they normally did, from describing it as paradise on earth to an outpost of hell. Ignoring the two extremes most people had posted that they’d had a positive experience, so she booked. For the money, it was reasonable accommodation.
One of the unexpected things that really pleased her was how silent it was. They had chosen to come out of season. It was the middle of September and so the schools were back, thank heavens. She couldn’t think of anything worse than going on holiday and being surrounded by packs of screaming kids. It reminded her painfully of the fact that she couldn’t have any and also made her feel slightly glad of it.
Continue reading A multiple word prompt story – Sun, Sea and a Cup of Tea.
As I sit here looking out of the window at the rain splashing against it and with my head spinning, it feel for a moment like I have accidentally been put in the washing machine on a cold wash.
I’m sipping my morning cup of tea; that magical potion that turns the wild man-ape capable only of incoherent grunts into a human. It probably isn’t a thorough transformation, there are still wild bits around the edges. As the warmth of the tea seeps into my bones and the caffeine leeches into my bloodstream and penetrates my brain, I finally feel I am able to embrace the day. Embrace or arm wrestle, whichever the day brings….Hopefully the former, because I need a hug, but prepared for the latter if necessary.
Have a great Monday everyone.