Tuesday Photo Prompt – Dichotomy at Whitby

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In response to this great photo above, I took something similar when I went to Whitby in May. They have a great graveyard on a hill and it overlooks the town, bustling with life and the sea. In Bram Stoker’s book Dracula, this graveyard is the hiding place of that Vampiric being.

FOWC with Fandango — Being



WOTD – Tuesdays Photo Prompt: Where Kangaroos Cross.

Where Kangaroos Cross

If you happen to find yourself, Down Under, in the Land of Oz, or Australia as it is formerly known, or you may be one of the lucky ones who already live there, you will see these road signs. They are diamond shaped, bright orangey-yellow and have a picture of a black bouncing Kangaroo on them. They are often also seen on T-shirts in souvenir shops too.

I have been lucky to have visited Australia many times, having friends and family over there to provide free accommodation really helps to bring down the cost of the trip. The flights are still expensive and the fact that I developed a fear of flying that has gone from panicking a bit on landings and take-offs to full-blown total hysteria has meant that I don’t expect to see Australia for a while.

There are all kinds of strange creatures in Australia, that are unique to this Island that is also a continent.

Marsupials are a type of mammal that give birth to live young, but when they are still underdeveloped. They spend time developing further in a pouch that is external to the body.

Kangaroos, Koalas, Wallabies, Wombats, Possums, these are all Australian Marsupials.


The Opossum, known as Possum in the Southern United States, are, I believe (correct me if I’m wrong) the only marsupial to exist outside the Australasian area. Funnily enough it is only very distantly related to the creature called a Possum in Australia.

Another creature that I saw while in Australia, although it is only found up in the Tropical rainforests of Queensland, is the Cassowary.

Scientists believe that birds are the closest living relatives to the Dinosaurs. Anyone who has kept chickens would be aware of how Dinosaur like their behaviour can be sometimes. If anyone doubts the Bird/Dinosaur relationship, then meeting a Cassowary will put those doubts to death.

Here is a picture of a Cassowary:



Not only do they have talons that can disembowel you, they use the bony plate on their head to ram into people. There are signs scattered around the rainforest, not quite as cute as the Kangaroo Crossing one, that says “Beware of the Cassowary”. Unfortunately, foolish tourists have died because they didn’t take heed.

There are a few warning signs that I saw in Australia, “Do not feed the Kangaroos” Is one and “Beware: Crocodiles” Is another. It is wise to listen to these signs. After all they would not have gone to the great expense of putting them up without good reason.

But coming back to the original Kangaroo Crossing sign, what always fascinates me is how they can be so Wise to know to cross in that particular spot in the first place.

Clearly they are more clever than we give credit for. 😉

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 24/July/2018

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FOWC with Fandango — Wise



Guns and Drums – Flash Fiction Challenge

This story is written for the Flash Fiction for aspiring writers challenge.


I wish to thank Iain Kelly (see link below) for introducing me to this new challenge.



Photo credit: Unknown.

The alleys were deserted in that quaint old Spanish town.

The cobbled streets were shaded by the crumbling walls, although above the blue summer skies could be glimpsed between the roof tops.

Shutters had been closed across windows. Washing had been taken in. This was more than just a siesta. This was practically hibernation.

The small town waited, quietly and hidden away. This was a staunch republican town, in the heart of what was once republican territory. All the towns young men had retreated to the hills to continue fighting, leaving behind a town full of elderly men and women and children.

They all huddled together in their little houses. They had all heard the news.

In the distance they could hear gunshots and the sound of drums.

Franco’s army was coming.


[132 words]


50 Word Thursday #6 – The Old Days

Debbie Whittam has set a challenge to write a poem or story in 50 words, or multiples of 50 up to a maximum of 250 words, inspired by a picture and include some particular lines. Here is the picture.


And the words:

“At last, the relative had left and – as with most promised things in life – there was no soaring joy accompanying the event.”

From Ed McBain’s Give the Boys a Great Big Hand

And here is my story:

I thought I would pay a surprise visit to Agnes. She’s a distant cousin and has just moved into to one of those lovely little secure homes for the elderly but not quite infirm. They each have their own little house in a row with a panic button and a nurse on hand, just in case. They are just so quaint. I still live in my own home, which I’m very proud of, not many people in their eighties can say that, can they?

I thought it would be so nice for Agnes to have a visitor, someone to reminisce over the old days.

The house was very quaint with flowers growing up into the eaves. Not big enough for me, though easy to keep clean. I knocked on the door, Agnes was quite taken aback to see me, after all these years!

She didn’t particularly want to talk about the old days, she said old days were best left in the past and you’ve got to face the future. As if she had much future, at her age. I didn’t stay too long. I didn’t feel welcome somehow.

Agnes turned from the closing door. At last, the relative had left and – as with most promised things in life – there was no soaring joy accompanying the event. Only relief

Agnes called out to her boyfriend, hiding in the bedroom “It’s alright, she’s gone. I never could stand Cousin Millicent, always so full of herself and too stuck in the past.”


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 21/June/2018