Blast from the Past


Trio No 4: Today you can write about anything, in whatever genre or form, but your post must include a speeding car, a phone call, and a crisp, bright morning.

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Sunday morning, up with the lark

Off I went to take a walk in the park!

The sun was up white and shining

On a clear crisp and bright morning!

“Trring trrring” went my faithful ol’ phone

” Hi, remember me ?” said a deep baritone!

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Of Missing Pies


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Food evokes all the senses: the scent of pastry baking, the sound of a fork clinking on a plate… This week, make our mouths water with stories about pie.

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I returned from hospital one dark night

The end of the long day finally in sight.

Pangs of hunger cried out to be slaked

Longingly I thought of the pie I had baked.

Barely reached home, out of the car I jumped

And straight to the fridge I huffed and puffed.

Opened the door in a trice

Eager to wolf a big big slice!!

Alas! Of the pie, signs there were none,

The tears, they rolled down – one by one!!

Mince pie

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