Neglected Structures & Overgrown Places #09 — Monster Behind Broken Glass

Monster Behind Broken Glass

This broken glass panel is at the bottom of a door. If anybody wants to know how to produce a work of art like this, read on.

  1. Don’t bother winching up your door and sorting out the hinges until the structure sags down so much that every time someone opens and closes the door it creaks loud enough to wake up the entire street.
  2. Let it deteriorate further, so the door starts sticking (a note of caution here: don’t pull at it too hard or it can suddenly fly open so you end up on your backside in the flowerbed).
  3. Leave the door swinging open, turn your back for a moment, and a southwesterly gale crashes it against a flower-pot repeatedly, weakening the glass.
  4. Door totally sticks when your son tries to open it, so he gives it a “little” push (kicking not required) with his size 14 shoes and hey presto …

As for how to trap a monster in the glass, that’s my secret.

Wordless Wednesday — As the Labrador Sleeps, Mr Fox Creeps!

Mr Fox Visiting

Some of you might have missed my video of this fox’s close encounter, as a cub, with a certain Labrador. You can watch the video and read the story surrounding it here.

Monday Morning #Haiku 33 — Web Tides (plus a Poll)

Tidings, Blogosphere!
messages in a bottle
at currents’ mercy.

No photo today with my haiku: instead, a few questions for my blog followers and visitors.

Last week I tidied up the widgets in my sidebar,  as well as reorganising the categories and tags to all my posts. It was a time-consuming task but as satisfying as spring-cleaning the house.

This week is about tweaking my content (if necessary) but to do this, I would appreciate your feedback. So today, I’ll begin with a haiku related poll and, if none of my questions quite fit what you want to say, or you would like to enlarge on your answers, please leave a comment. Many thanks 🙂

Friday Fictioneers: Titch’s Space Mission

Copyright - Marie Gail Stratford

He had spent months constructing a space-ship console in the kitchen. Each morning, when Ma lay sprawled on the sofa in the next room not recovering from a hangover, Titch reconfigured his glass control levers, filling with empties the slots vacated the night before. Despite Ma never feeding him, he would make a fine astronaut.

Already an expert in drawing up blackcurrant juice from cartons with a syringe, one day soon — probably Sunday — Titch planned to fuel his space-ship from the vein in Ma’s arm, sure she would have enough alcohol in her blood to launch it way beyond the sun.

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Image courtesy of Marie Gail Stratford
Friday Fictioneers — 100 word stories 

Neglected Structures & Overgrown Places #08

Old Wrought Iron Bench

As you can see, I’m into the colour green this week and wondered if the person who painted the telephone box (see yesterday’s post) could lend me some paint to  restore my distressed wrought iron garden bench to its former glory.