Cathy Cade's Blog: Writing Wrinkles, page 49

Oops!

Apologies if you just received a link to a post that doesn’t exist. Well… it did, but it shouldn’t have been published yet. It now looks as if I’ll have to draft it again. If I find out how to retrieve a trashed post and reschedule it, I’ll let you know. On the other hand, … Continue reading Oops!

Pond People 7

Training Flash recruited his team from the mirlings who trained at the pump, reasoning that their superior strength would help them spit further. He heard that Molly was taking on anyone who wanted to join. He had never relied on anyone but himself, never been part of any team. This would be an opportunity to … Continue reading Pond People 7

Pond People 6

Responsibilities When Molly arrived in the shallows, there was no sign of Grandad. She was about to swim home again when that swaggering newcomer zoomed out of the water lilies. Flo and Grandad drifted down after him. ‘What’ve you been up to, Grandad?’ ‘Reed shooting. Come with me.’ He handed her the reed they’d been … Continue reading Pond People 6

Pond People 5

Target Practice The pump lay at the bottom of the deep end, drawing in tired water that had travelled the length of the pond. Its pull was strong, sending water up to the filter at the top of the waterfall where it would begin its journey again. Around the pump, mirlings could exercise by swimming … Continue reading Pond People 5

One Size Fits – not

For years, we were told to cut our risk of heart disease by avoiding fatty foods like meat, cheese and cream. When researchers then decided fat wasn’t all bad… that natural fat such as nuts and fish could actually protect against heart disease, I was angry for the lost decades. (Although I never did buy … Continue reading One Size Fits – not

Pond People 4

Never Grandad mourned for the river he could never revisit. Molly couldn’t understand why he would want to. Here, in the pond, he didn’t have to dodge water voles and herons – whatever they were. (She pictured a heron as another kind of cat.) ‘There must be something we can do about that cat.’ Flash’s … Continue reading Pond People 4

Pond People 3

Eddy and Flo ‘I’m river mir, born and bred,’ said Grandad. ‘Had a wife and son when I were caught with some sticklebacks by the children who lived in the house then. I recall their Pa weren’t best pleased when they emptied their bucket into the pond.’ ‘Are there others here from the river?’ Flash … Continue reading Pond People 3

Feathered Friendship

Since last year, I’ve been following a blogger who talks with his chickens. I’ve no problem with that – I have discussions with the family’s dogs (mainly about whether it’s feeding time yet – they’re a pragmatic bunch) but back when we were between dogs I’ve been known to talk to fish in the fish tank … Continue reading Feathered Friendship

Pond People – 2

Continuing the Mirlings’ story. (Find part 1 here.) Something streaked past Molly, washing her aside and propelling the goldfish into the cover of reeds. The cat’s paw rose empty through the water. The bright blur swooped into a somersault before slowing to become an orange-and-black mirling. He landed with a flourish in front of Grandad … Continue reading Pond People – 2

The Pond People – 2

Continuing the Mirlings’ story. (Find part 1 here.) Something streaked past Molly, washing her aside and propelling the goldfish into the cover of reeds. The cat’s paw rose empty through the water. The bright blur swooped into a somersault before slowing to become an orange-and-black mirling. He landed with a flourish in front of Grandad … Continue reading The Pond People – 2