Jane Jago's Blog, page 7

Can you smell the rain?

Can you smell the rain?
Lifting the dust from the street
Damping the parched pavements
And bouncing over your feet
Can you hear the rain?
Dancing a tango on the roof
Drops so fat they bounce and split
Tapping like tap-dancing hoofs
Can you feel the rain?
Blessing the thirsty earth
Flowers lift their wan little faces
Drinking their own rebirth
Can you smell the rain?
Thick and soft and sweet
The autumn rain that washed the land
And polished the shining streets

Jane Jago

Roguing Thieves: Part Eleven

A sci-fi story of love, betrayal and Space Pirates!

Bay one-nine-six-two.
She understood spaceports and knew this particular one well. Someone who didn’t would be checking the gates and the marked routes that every augmented display would show as paths. They wouldn’t follow the unmarked spaces between those routes. Spaces mostly blocked by mechs, freight crates, partly full supply tanks and other large, small and awkward objects.
Awkward but not impassable.
Bay one-nine-six-two was in sight when...

Granny’s Pearls of Wisdom – Keep-Fit

Pearls of wisdom from an octogenarian who’s seen it all…

Every Wednesday night, since time immemorial, it’s keep fit in the village hall. Runs for two solid hours – and they reckon you could fall to your death on the sweat slick that seeps out under the door. 

I went once.

Why have I never been again?

A bossy cow called Noreen dressed in pink spandex.

Half a hundred middle-aged women in leotards (the skinny bitches look worse that the fat buggers)

Laying on the floor next to so...

Darkling Drabble 3

A darkling drabble offers a shiver of horror in a hundred words…

The whorehouse moved through space, while small drones cleaned up messes and ensured that the male animals ate and rested at suitable intervals. The exquisitely ephemeral females carried out their designated tasks, clad only in clouds of perfume and curtains of exotic silks.

The males smiled fatuously, while their every debauched fantasy was made solid before their eyes.

It wasn’t until the ship docked that the party ended...

Word of the Day – Glittering

In an effort to educate the nominally literate and inform those with sufficient humility to understand their own lack of comprehension, Esme offers the correct definition of misunderstood words…

Glittering(noun – pronunciation note: glitter ring) Gimcrack jewellery of base metal and glass notable for its initial shininess. Example: The glittering with which they sealed their engagement wasn’t going to last any longer than the relationship. (verb in the infinitive case – pronunciation...

Dai and Julia – The Tribune Calls

In a modern-day Britain where the Roman Empire never left, Dai and Julia solve murder mysteries, whilst still having to manage family, friendship and domestic crises…

It was an unseasonably cold, wet August morning, and Julia was in her sitting room watching the sun try to break through a veil of black cloud, with her two wolfhounds Canis and Lupo asleep in a twitching heap by a small simmering fire. Their usual keeper, her personal bodyguard Edbert, was busy about some other business, so the...

How To Be Old – A Beginner’s Guide! (11)

Advice on growing old disgracefully from an elderly delinquent with many years of expertise in the art – plus free optional snark…

I am old and my needs are quite small
I will just make a list of them all
A home of my own
An iPad and phone
And a man with a good set of balls

© jane jago

Summer’s Gone

September came with sticky fingers
Damply clad the browning trees
Blew on our necks, where dampness lingers
While wet grasses whipped our knees
And, wearing coats ‘gainst sulky rain
We struggled through the thickening air
As water muddied dusty drains
And droplets gathered in our hair
The dogs, who run through heat and sun
Draggled panting far behind
Or came to say ‘this isn’t fun’
To rather hope we’d change our minds
But where the river sings we stood
Listening, as they drank their fill
Finding the water cle...

Roguing Thieves: Part Ten

A sci-fi story of love, betrayal and Space Pirates!

Things had been happening so fast she felt numbed by it and it was a few moments later that she remembered she was supposed to be watching the count. The door to the hygiene room opened again, making her jump and flatten herself instinctively against the wall. She didn’t recognise the woman who came in, but the look she got from her told Pan exactly how she must appear.
Muttering an apology, Pan forgot about the count and went back out into t...

Granny’s Pearls of Wisdom – Notice Notices

Pearls of wisdom from an octogenarian who’s seen it all…

Queueing in the sunshine for an ice cream. The place has about forty flavours and a strict queuing system. Today’s flavours are displayed on a blackboard. Beside this there is a notice saying.

‘Please choose your flavour before entering so that other people aren’t kept waiting any longer than necessary.’

There’s also a little girl popping up and down the queue asking people to please choose their flavour from the blackboard.

I ...