Cathy Cade's Blog: Writing Wrinkles, page 2

Squirrels getting their own back?

Pelted by nuts on our morning walk… Walking between trees this morning, I was aware of the thuds of missiles dropping around us. Some were falling worryingly close to us. In the same way that trees are sacrificing whole branches to improve survival rates for what’s left, they are now shedding nuts and leaves early … Continue reading Squirrels getting their own back?

Nostalgia

A rhyme in answer to this week’s writing prompt from Esther Chilton, which was window. My window into yesterdayopens when I close my eyesto listen, while my music playsand memories arise.Teenage tunes, years raising children…memories that last.They fill the air. They fill my head:my window to the past.Looking back, I know my viewis softened by … Continue reading Nostalgia

Random Seedlings

Unexpected plants in my garden At the start of the growing season, I sprinkled tomato seeds from a packet over my seed tray, positioned it in the conservatory and watered. All that appeared – eventually – were two unrecognised plants which are nothing like any tomatoes I’ve ever seen (and – needless to say – … Continue reading Random Seedlings

Not Any More

A poem He lurks with his acolytes by the school gateand when I’m at Chess Club, he’ll sometimes still wait.I’ve tried sneaking out, but he knows where I live.He’ll hurt me if I don’t have money to give.In class, he’ll push past me and call me a nerd.The kids nearby snigger but Sir won’t have … Continue reading Not Any More

Branch Drop?

The above photo is of a recent breakage that hadn’t happened last week, so I’m guessing it’s an example of that ‘summer branch drop’ that TV news bulletins have been warning the UK about. We’re told to beware of apparently healthy trees dropping apparently health boughs due to the lack of rain. One theory is … Continue reading Branch Drop?

Karma

A short story Beginning Again He is woken by pressure around him. He being pushed along some kind of tunnel. He remembers an explosion. The Presidential plane tipped, and staff rushed to his side. Even in the panic of imminent death, they know what’s good for them. Maybe they thought he could save them. The … Continue reading Karma

Flower or Weed?

What’s the difference between a flower and a weed? I don’t know if there’s a definitive test, but I have some criteria of my own. When I break the stalk off a flower in my garden, it will refuse to flower again, and probably die.When I pull all the visible leaves and stalks off a … Continue reading Flower or Weed?

After Life

I was prompted to post this by a recent post from Stevie Turner, Let’s go Astral Planing. Something dragged Mo out of darkness toward the striplights, away from the body that lay in the hospital bed with Amy crying crocodile tears on one side and his children, pale and frightened, on the other. He had … Continue reading After Life

Getting my life back

I am currently recovering at home from a total replacement of my right hip, which has been getting more painful since December 2022. (Not sure why, as they are apparently both arthritic but the left hip, so far, feels okay.) My operation was last Saturday; I came home on Monday. Today, Thursday, was day five … Continue reading Getting my life back

Summer Madness

I hope these idiots had fire extinguishers with them… but I doubt it. During our recent ‘heatwave,’ I’ve passed a few scorched remains of fires, or attempts at bonfires while walking in the forest. I’m hoping these attempts were made while other walkers were in the area who set the firestartes straight about the risks … Continue reading Summer Madness