Cornwall – My Photographs of my recent trip.

Some of you wondered where I had disappeared to last week, well, here is the answer….

I had been on a week long trip to Cornwall in the far South West of the UK. It took me over 9 hours to drive there and another 9 hours to drive home again. For some of you that might not sound a lot but in the UK that’s a long time to drive!

The traffic jams seemed to go on forever, they were incessant, but eventually I arrived in Cornwall and as you can see, we had fantastic weather and it was truly beautiful. So lovely, I wanted to stay there forever, to escape from the turmoil of normal life.

I did partake of fish and chips while I was there, but I could hardly describe myself as ICHTHYOPHAGOUS (Melanie B Cee, please take note 😉 )

I hope you enjoy these photos.

I have included the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/09/15/ichthyophagous/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/09/15/rdp-tuesday-stay/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2020/09/15/your-daily-word-prompt-turmoil-ydwordprompt-September-15-2020/

Multiple Word Prompt Poem – Hide from the World

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https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/11/16/sequester/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/11/16/rdp-friday-snooze/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/11/16/your-daily-word-prompt-percentage-november-16-2018/

Japan, tranquil, koi

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/11/16/daily-writing-challenge-nov-16/

Hide From the World

I wanted to sequester myself away today,

Hide from the world and curl up in a ball.

I can’t find the right words I want to say,

I’ve drawn a blank, I’ve hit the wall.

I feel all jumbled inside, that’s why I hide,

I’ll just draw the curtains and have a snooze.

I don’t want to talk, or discuss or confide.

And I certainly don’t want to watch the news.

It’s all doom and gloom and dark despair,

The percentage of people below the poverty line,

And the homelessness; it’s not that I don’t care.

If I had another property, they could have one of mine.

I need to de-stress, to relax and unwind.

Maybe I’ll get some koi carp from Japan

I could gaze at the pond, so tranquil and find

I feel no better off than when I began.

I’ve decided to follow the advice that I said

I’m going to do the one thing that feels right.

I’ll switch off the T.V and head up to bed,

And have a good sleep, so I bid you good night.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 16/November/2018

Multi Word Prompt Short Story – Quintessentially Unconventional

This short story was written in response to the following Word Prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/07/07/gregarious/

The Word of the Day: Gregarious

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/07/07/rdp-37-embrace/

Embrace

https://swimmersweek.wordpress.com/2018/07/07/fight/

Fight

 

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/07/07/your-daily-word-prompt-tintinnabulation-july-7th-2018/

Tintinnabulation

https://fivedotoh.com/2018/07/07/fowc-with-fandango-quintessential/

Quintessential

Quintessentially Unconventional

We had that kind of relationship where we never knew what we would do next. One day we’d be all over each other and the next we’d be at each other’s throats, or not talking at all. Sometimes we didn’t know whether to have a fight or to embrace.

We had been together, on and off, since university. We had split up and gone out with other people, but somehow, we always ended up getting back together. The longest apart was six months when I’d gone trekking across the outback of Australia and she’d gone to L.A. She had a dream to be a starlet, but that didn’t work out. When we both had finished our separate journey’s, we’d gone back home and got back together again. Home for us was Knightsbridge in London. She worked as a sales girl at Biba and I was an artist. Very occasionally I sold one of my paintings and feeling gregarious, I’d take her out to dine at the Savoy. Usually we ate at cheap café’s and shared a salad and a coffee. We lead that bohemian lifestyle for a while, until Dad died and I inherited the title. Marquis of Stowbridge sounded very grand but the ancestral home, Baldock Park, had already been sold to the National Trust. It had been a crumbling ruin and had cost more to maintain that we could make from its small farm. I inherited what was left of the family fortune, which amounted to barely a thousand pounds a year. I don’t know what made me suddenly want to, maybe it was having a title, it made me what to behave more respectable. After we’d been together all them years I suddenly said I wanted to make a lady of her. It had been meant as a joke, after all, as wife of a Marquis, she’d be called a Lady. Always touchy about her independence, she led with her left and gave me a sock to the jaw that had me seeing stars and hearing the ringing of bells. Tintinnabulation, it’s called, apparently. I said to her, “Look, Love, while I’m hearing bells anyway, why not make them wedding bells?” I didn’t give up that easy.

Eventually we tied the knot. She would never be the Quintessential aristocrat, she refused point-blank to be referred to by her title of Marchioness. “It makes me sound like an Alien from Mars” She said. I think that’s why I always liked her. She is so unlike any of the set that my parents had wanted me to mix with. I wanted something different, and she is different. We will never lead a conventional life but that’s fine by me.

The End

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 07/July/2018

 

A Neighbourly Encounter – A Short Story.

This short story was written in response to:

The Word of the Day prompt: Amorous

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/07/06/amorous/

The Ragtag Word prompt: Hospitable

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/07/06/rdp-36-hospitable/

And Sheryl’s daily word: Blindside

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/07/06/your-daily-word-prompt-blindside-july-6th-2018/

A Neighbourly Encounter

I had just started to relax in the bath, the ginger and passionflower scented bubbles were just working their magic on my tired muscles, when the doorbell rang.

I’ll just ignore it, I thought, but then I remembered our car was parked on the drive and not in the garage as usual, because it was full of my ex-husbands junk, waiting for him to come and pick it up and take it back to his love nest with his new fancy lady.

The doorbell rang again. I reluctantly left the healing waters of my bath and wrapped a towel around my body. I just caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. ‘Love every curve and bulge’, they told us at the Self esteem course. I still had a long way to come before I could love that body. It was so far removed from the young girl I had been once. Before I’d wasted 14 years of life on that man who simultaneously was sleeping with every secretary he’d ever had.

Wrapped up in a towel and a dressing gown, I gathered my damp blond hair back and clipped it in place then ran to the door. The bell had just rung for a third time.

I swung open the door ready to deliver a bit of a tongue lashing, when I saw one of the most handsome men I’d ever seen standing there. He wasn’t too young, I put his age about thirty, about the same age as the woman my husband had left me for. I had just turned forty.

The man on the doorstep looked a but flustered, possibly by my attire and the fact that a pool of water was gathering by my purple painted toes.

“I am really sorry to disturb you. I’ve just moved in next door and I’ve managed to lock myself out already. I wondered if I could use your phone to call a locksmith?”

He gave a nervous smile and flashed perfect white teeth at me. Then a thought came to me and I asked “What about your mobile phone?”

“No, that’s in the house too. You see I’ve really left myself in a bit of a mess.”

He had a nice way of speaking and I let my guard down. Stepping back into the hall, I pointed to the landline.

“OK, here’s the phone.”

I listened to him as he phoned for a locksmith and explained his predicament.

I decided that, as he was my new neighbour, I should really be a bit more hospitable.

I filled the kettle and switched it on and put some fondant fancies onto a plate.

He finished the call and walked into the Kitchen and smiled again.

“Thank you so much. I really appreciate you letting me use your phone. I was becoming quite frantic. No one trusts each other nowadays. I was beginning to think no one would help me. That’s such a weight off my mind.” He said.

“Would you like a cup of tea or coffee?” I asked him.

Then just at that moment, my towel unravelled and fell to the floor. I quickly gathered my dressing gown tighter around me, covering up my breasts that had only briefly been exposed.

I blushed with embarrassment and looked at the man, who was also a bit taken aback.

Then the amorous look that came into his eyes rather blindsided me.

I hadn’t thought for a moment that I would have been attractive to this fit man who had the body of someone who worked out a lot at the gym.

It all happened so fast.

I let his passion flow over me and we made love on the kitchen floor.

It was only after wards when the Locksmith arrived and he’d left that I realised I really enjoyed myself.

Sipping my tea, I couldn’t help smiling. That young handsome man had done more for my self esteem than a whole month worth of self esteem courses had done.

Things were looking up after all. I will have to find out his name and invite him round for dinner some time.

 

The End

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 06/July/2018

Her Legacy – A multiple word prompt short story.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror. Only a trace remained of her former beauty. She had been beautiful once and young.

She reflected how temporary both youth and beauty were. Evanescent. Here today then gone before you could appreciate them.

She had wanted to be a great actress or a model, but she had never been able to reach the heights. She always looked like a pale imitation of the real thing. A pastiche of a famous star. Some people had said she looked a bit like Elizabeth Taylor. She had dark hair like her but her eyes were just blue not violet like that famous screen siren’s.

She resigned herself to her fate, she would never be a great actress or model and gone were her youth and beauty. She wished now, she had cultivated her mind instead. That was something that seemed to last a bit longer.

Well never to late to start. She clicked onto the website of her local college and enrolled on a course.

Then she returned to babysitting her three gorgeous grandchildren. They were her legacy after all.

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/07/05/rdp-35-trace/

Trace

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/07/05/your-daily-word-prompt-pastiche-july-5th-2018/

Pastiche

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/07/05/evanescent/

Evanescent.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 05/July/2018