Awww, I can't believe this is the last day of the 'River of Stones' project, I've really enjoyed taking part. I'd like to say thanks to all of you who've been reading my stuff, and "please don't go away"! Tales plans to carry on 'stoning', not to mention signing up to 'flash fiction Friday', which should (hopefully) mean more stuff to read here, seeing as the novel-in-progress is still in pieces.
The 'River' project has been brilliant; not only have I been lucky enough to receive some lovely encouragement from you guys, but I've met so many creative and talented people. It's been very inspiring, and I'm hoping we all keep in touch.
Okay, emotional moments aside, I've ended this project by missing the last few days, so here we are; catch-up time....
The woods echo with a woodpecker’s rapid-fire.
Over and over again. I thought long and hard for a good way to capture the sound, and this was the best I came up with.
The grey-brown squirrel is posing with his feathery tail held upright, the tip curling over, while he’s nibbling something he’s found.
I usually only ever see squirrels charging up trees, or performing death-defying leaps from branch to branch. This one was sat, looking like an illustration in a book, until he spotted me, and fled.
Little blue hair-slide, with your pink and yellow flowers, you’re too pretty to be lost. I pick you up again, put you back on the school wall, and hope today is the day your owner will spot you.
I've been saving this one! Every day I walk past, the little hairslide is still there. I've picked it up out of the mud so many times, but no matter where I put it, it hasn't been claimed.
And that's it! So thank you for dropping by, but please, do keep coming back. After all, what is life, but one long tale of very ordinary madness?