Monthly Archives: January 2014

Day 31: January Mindful Writing Challenge

(The Final Chapter) Watching. Seeing. Thinking. Fingers moving in time. Tapping. Everyday. To feel those small stones.

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Day 30: January Mindful Writing Challenge

Puddles litter the floor. Incessant rain drips. Wind ripples water on the platform edge. There’s a flat overlooking a once busy side of the station. Or does the station overlook this address? I study its windows while I wait. The … Continue reading

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Day 29: January Mindful Writing Challenge

Fresh sheets. Duvet cover. Pillows piled up behind. The scent of toast in the room. Marmalade ready to spread. On the bedside table a cup steams gently. Coffee swirls inside its cylinder. Curtains drawn and early morning light pours in. … Continue reading

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Day 28: January Mindful Writing Challenge

My Heart’s Delight twisted and writhed under me as I moved slowly taking each curve, feeling my way through damp and savouring dry; penetrating, deep to the very, very end. I passed over her, through bush and over every undulation. … Continue reading

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Day 27: January Mindful Writing Challenge

Wood feels solid. A carriage. In blue livery. I must turn it red. Brush dips into primer. Translucent liquid smears over old paint. I shake the jar and pour out a thicker substance. The brush applies this and wood turns … Continue reading

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Day 26: January Mindful Writing Challenge

Wind picks up. Rain falls in earnest. Hand-in-hand we walk against the elements. She raises her umbrella and the wind pulls it back. She rescues her shelter from the useless inverted dome its become. We step up our pace. But … Continue reading

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Day 25: January Mindful Writing Challenge

Enter a curiosity shop. Musty scents of old clothes and unwanted knick-knacks fill your nostrils. It feels old from the bland carpet under foot to the bland volunteer standing by the till. It feels deprived of energy by the unwealthy … Continue reading

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