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A.H.F.W.W.

18 Jan

Written for:

Sunday Photo Fiction – January 18th 2015

A pre-Victorian building that is now one of the major banks in the UK.

A.H.F.W.W.

It is an unremarkable building, no different from the others around it, but since moving here three years ago it has intrigued me.

Pedestrians will cross the street to avoid passing before it but when I questioned my neighbors about this behavior they became close-mouthed and simply said that I should do the same. A couple of braver souls referred to it as a cult, once they got you in there would be no chance of escape.

Not being overly superstitious I refused to detour past. Walking along the property with abandon, I could hear a light tapping as I passed by. After about a week of this, I ventured a peek..most of the curtains were pulled back and the inhabitants stood smiling at me as they tapped pencils on the window panes. How Bizarre!

As the days turned into weeks I began to bravely wave my hand as I sauntered past and they, in turn, would return the greeting.

One rainy afternoon as I returned home from work I stopped dead in my tracks. An elephant (yes I said elephant) beckoned me from an upstairs window. Unable to resist, I boldly made my way up the walk and knocked on the door of Alaistair’s Home For Wayward Writers.

A farewell

3 Apr

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Mrs L. passed away last weekend just a few days short of her 101st. birthday. In spite of her advanced age, her memory never failed her.

Her recollections of life in the early ninteen-hundreds , the old photographs she shared with me , the living history from someone who lived it..these things can never be replaced.

As I cleaned her house for the last time today, I took at my place on the sofa next to the chair where she would sit while we had our “visits” and said farewell.

She once told me that she worried God had forgotten her, she has now found her peace.

Friday Fictioneers

2 Jan

3 January 2014

Tree Climbing Poppy

Can you see them ?

Mommy says they are coming today.

I can’t wait to see Nana and Grampie, they have been gone since forever

Nana makes the bestest cookies in the whole wide world

Sparky woofs in agreement

and Grampie takes us to the park and plays ball and pushes the swing and lifts me high into the clouds and buys me icecream

Sparky drools just thinking of french vanilla

A red car turns the corner and slowly drives past. It’s not them.

sparky shakes his head no

Amanda sighs and kicks at the dirt

it’s taking too long ..

Albert and Frank..

11 Dec

WELCOME TO FRIDAY FICTIONEERS

13 December 2013

Copyright - Adam Ickes

Photo Copyright – Adam Ickes

Albert was a testament to the cruelty of life. He had outlived his wife, only child, and now his grandson.

Whenever he passed the church he would avert his eyes, his anger with God consumed him. He eventually became friendly with the elderly gardener who tended the flower beds at the rectory.

Every afternoon Frank would head over to Albert’s home for coffee and a chat, respectfully leaving his dirty boots on the doorstep.

One such afternoon Albert suffered a massive heart attack and lay dying in Frank’s arms.

“God will not want me” he whispered

Father Francis made the sign of the cross on Albert’s forehead

“He will understand”

You’re

29 Nov

You’re the sun on my shoulders

the wind at my back

You’re my tube of glue

when I’m starting to crack

You’re the aroma of coffee

first thing in the morn

You’re an old pair of jeans

that’s perfectly worn

You’re the one who will tell me

when you think I am wrong

You’re always beside me

when my road seems too long

You’re the person on whom

I can always depend

You’re the one that I’m lucky

to have for a friend

Friendship

22 Jul

Who am I to judge you

for I know naught

of what path was taken

to bring you to this place

what perils beset you

nor the distances travelled

Is your heart untouched

or have you suffered greatly

all I have is the here and now

perhaps we will continue together

or part ways at a fork in the road

the future is always a mystery

but for now we shall enjoy

the company of one another