A black beret covered her white hair and the Breton top hung from her shoulders; sunken cheeks and skeletal hands made me fear that if the south-westerly picked up further, a gust would carry her over the sea-wall to the swirling foam below. Would she fight to the surface or prefer to tumble through the waves until salt water replaced the oxygen? I had rarely seen a person so beaten by life and it seemed clear that she would welcome a watery bed. The urge to reach out an open hand nearly won but I tucked my fingers under my thigh and remained in my seat.
Maybe her solitude was her solace. On my own fruitless journey, seeking comfort for a broken spirit, I avoided others and so, understood that she may not welcome intrusion. Some distant point on the sea kept hold of her attention as though she awaited an arrival. In my imagination, a lover; someone lost long ago. Or was she trying to see her homeland across the water? Whatever had driven her to that spot, it was an invisible burden she carried.
Sometimes, I feel that I am climbing the Great Wall of China with no end in sight. If you have tried this, you will know that it is steep and treacherous and the only people who scale it easily are the locals. When I visited in 2014, even the ancient Chinese women overtook me (younger by decades) on the way up, and my descent was a glamour-free, undignified trip on my rear-end. There was no way that I was trusting myself not to tumble.
Life has been a series of ups and downs during the latter part of 2017 and first month of 2018. The number of items on my to-do list increases and family events outside of my control act as barriers to completing tasks. There hasn’t been a lot of time for writing and I feel embarrassed when asked ‘how’s the next book coming along?’
‘It’s progressing,’ I answer without adding ‘in my head and dreams.’
I haven’t even joined the Friday Fictioneers for our weekly challenge recently, although I have done some flash fiction pieces on my own.
My New Year’s resolution is finally set – more writing, less procrastination. The trouble is that I have already procrastinated – it’s February!
Life is a whirlwind at present and I haven’t had many spare minutes but I wanted to give you a heads up. Anyone living near Winchester may want to visit the University on the evening of June 13th and speak with some of the authors who have books in the Published Book Fair. I’ll be there and would love to see you.
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Lindsay with Michelle the founder of the LLL clubs
I was honoured to be invited by Michelle to be the lunchtime speaker at the local branch of the LiveLaughLadies Club. The event was well attended and I gave my audience an insight to life as a writer, the true facts behind my novel Silencio, and what it’s really like to publish a book.
The LLL concept was conceived by Michelle and the following statement from the website gives you an idea of the aims of the clubs.
‘Founded by Michelle Bartlett in 2014 on the south coast, Live Laugh Love Ladies Club is a club with a difference. These clubs are about fun, love and laughter for ladies over 18 to meet, relax and enjoy an inspirational guest speaker, delicious food and great company. It’s not a club for business, it is a social club for all women.’
Photo Prompt © magaly guerrero
Lindy in Trouble
Every week the hard-working Rochelle at http://www.rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com organises photo prompts and links for the Friday Fictioneers. Authors write a piece of 100 word fiction, prose or poetry based on a photo prompt and exchange comments on each other’s work. If you are a writer of short fiction, join the group and let your imagination feed us with your stories.
I can not let this opportunity pass by without poking fun at my current status. My leg disappeared down a drain and I wasn’t wearing heels this time. Previously, they have been a contributing factor in other injuries.
One minute she was at my side, the next she was sprawled on the cobbled pavement.
‘For heaven’s sake Mother!’
‘Get up.’ Passing people glared. They’d understand if she was their responsibility.
I was tempted to walk away, but then sighed as I extended my hand.
‘I told you. But no, you had to wear those bloody shoes.’
‘Sorry.’ Her eyes filled.
I lowered on to one knee and patted her shoulder. ‘Never mind. Let’s dust you off and inspect the damage.’
She did that thing with her mouth and I knew we were heading to another hospital. Again.
Follow the link to read this post about our valuable female bonds.
Source: The Importance of Female Friendships