The fading light

It came from the sea.

No one knew its name.

One of a kind.

Us all the same.

Slowly rising, it turned to face us in the fading light.

So, friends, what will it be? Run – or fight?

Written in response to the call to action at the Go Dog Go Cafe. Thank you, people. Just what I needed to get the creative juices flowing.

Footsteps of the mind

What’s that you said?

You didn’t? It’s all just in my head?

I close my eyes. Think pleasant thoughts.

What is it now?

Just ones and noughts.

Breathe deeply.  It’s code. A message, ill-defined.

I’m not insane. It’s only footsteps of the mind.

Written in response to the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge, March 26, 2019, issued by the brilliant Baristas at .  If you don’t know them, drop in for a coffee and a chat.

I’m going slightly mad. It’s finally happened.

I really should write more…

Hmm . . . it’s nearly three weeks since I last posted anything. I could make excuses – too busy at work, a week’s respite in Cornwall with the wife and daughters, decorating a bedroom in preparation for the prodigal son’s return at the end of the month. (He’s handed in his notice at the call centre and is moving home to concentrate on his writing ambitions. Go for it Jake, what have you got to lose?)  

I could make excuses, but, hey-ho, who am I kidding?

The truth is I’ve been spending my time looking at other people’s blogs, other writers’ blogs, and it’s all a little humbling. There’s so much talent out there. So many writers with something interesting to say and a great way of saying it.

I know I’m new to this blogging mullarkey, but it ain’t easy.

Still, you’ve got to start somewhere. Don’t just sit there smoking your pipe, contemplating your navel and getting depressed. You’ve got to write to get better and them words just won’t write themselves . . .