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A short story…#10… Prompt… Time Warp

The Lovely Lorna over @ Gin and Lemonade has set weekly challenges we are #10 and the prompt Time Warp…

The Old Junk Shop.

 

Off we set our little group of scribes, another day, another adventure devised to get our creative juices going, some of us decided we would go in the tuk-tuk, one brave soul had a dream to fulfil and stood holding tightly to the back of the tuk-tuk like we watched the local’s doing and the remainder of our intrepid little band of writers elected to walk.

“Rather you than me in this heat,”

We set off down the hill, around the corner and within minutes pulled up outside a virtual Aladdin’s Cave. Yippee!  Who knows what goodies and treasures lurk within?

The little old Thai lady was sitting somewhere in the middle like a jewel in a crown and looking somewhat amused at all these farangs who were coming straight for him from all directions.

Wandering along those dusty aisles looking for that special find, so much to see, suddenly, clumsy klutz that I am, I tripped and went flying through the gap that had suddenly appeared before me. Landing on my butt the freezing wet, cold hit me!

Looking around all I could see was snow. Snow!

Must have hit my head I thought. I know I was sweating buckets and wished I was cooler. But this?

Standing, gingerly I looked around in amazement, all I could see was white, white and more white.

I must be dreaming.

But no, here I was, standing in the snow in my flip-flops.

Looking around I noticed a beautiful bush laden with red flowers, bending to smell them, the perfume wafting upwards invaded my senses, and it conjured up pictures of pine trees and Christmas.  Plucking one of the flowers I straightened up.

This was eerie, so silent, no sounds, just quiet. Shivering, my arms and legs blue, with cold. I wrapped my arms around me tightly for some warmth. My short skirt and the flimsy top I was wearing was no barrier against the icy, bitter cold.

“Hello?”

My voice trembling from the cold was tinged with fear. I was getting scared.

“Hello, anyone,  is anyone there?”

The only thing I could hear was my voice echoing in the stillness. I began to panic, my throat was contracting, my lips were dry. I stepped forward  Then the blackness engulfed me.

“Carol, Carol are you ok?” Someone was slapping the side of my face. I opened my eyes to see Anne looking down at me, with a worried expression on her face. I gingerly moved my legs, my arms; everything seemed to be in working order. I was back!

Anne and Jason helped me to my feet and walked me slowly to the waiting tuk-tuk. I must have been dreaming. Feeling something in my hand I slowly opened it and my eyes widened.

Nestled in the palm of my hand was a beautiful red flower.

By Carol Ann Taylor

https://ginlemonade.com/2018/11/04/if-we-were-having-coffee-during-nanowrimo-with-a-writing-prompt/

About Carol Taylor.

Enjoying life in The Land Of Smiles I am having so much fun researching, finding new, authentic recipes both Thai and International to share with you. New recipes gleaned from those who I have met on my travels or are just passing through and stopped for a while. I hope you enjoy them.

I love shopping at the local markets, finding fresh, natural ingredients, new strange fruits and vegetable ones I have never seen or cooked with. I am generally the only European person and attract much attention and I love to try what I am offered and when I smile and say Aroy or Saab as it is here in the north I am met with much smiling.

Some of my recipes may not be in line with traditional ingredients and methods of cooking but are recipes I know and have become to love and maybe if you dare to try you will too. You will always get more than just a recipe from me as I love to research and find out what other properties the ingredients I use contain to improve our health and wellbeing.

Exciting for me hence the title of my blog, Retired No One Told Me! I am having a wonderful ride and don’t want to get off, so if you wish to follow me on my adventures, then you will be made welcome! I hope you enjoy the ride and if it encourages you to take a step into the unknown or untried, you know you want to…….Then, I will be happy!

Carol is a contributor to the Phuket Island Writers Anthology: https://www.amazon.com/Phuket-Island-Writers-Anthology-Stories-ebook/dp/B00RU5IYNS

Connect to Carol

Blog: https://blondieaka.wordpress.com/
Twitterhttps://twitter.com/TheRealCarolT
Facebookhttps://www.facebook.com/carol.taylor.1422

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/caroltaylor56/pins/

Thank you once again for reading this post I hope you all have a great weekend xx

#Prompt 8… Road Trip to where???

This weeks prompt for the lovely Lorna @ Gin and Lemonade is the result of her recent roadtrip and the fun and reminising that they expereienced as a family…

Road trips here can be exciting as often we can’t read the signs and maps generally are way out and most places have more than one version of a name so often we just drive and see where we end up although sometimes we finish with a walk or hike depending on the terrain…

https://ginlemonade.com/2018/10/26/no-distance-over-dinner/

Road trip to where??? 

By Carol Ann Taylor.

On our very first visit to Thailand in 2002 many years ago now with our two young grandsons, we visited this lovely Island of Koh Samui. A beautiful island where I first fell in love with Thailand. At that time, never in my wildest dreams did I think that one day I would be living that dream.

Here I am in 2018 and living that dream…

Out exploring the island one day we saw a sign which said: ” Secret Garden” It piqued my curiosity as a few years ago while driving in England we saw a similar sign which said, ” Secret Bunker”… so seeing this made me smile at that memory as that also was a day to remember and not what we expected.

Would this ” Secret Garden” be the same?

An unexpected delight?…

At the sign, we took the turning and was it a steep hill…we slowly made our way upwards, the uneven road presented us with sheer drops either side and the road was barely one car wide…

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Yikes if we meet anything coming the other way and thank goodness the only vehicle we did meet was a motorcycle and luckily it was able to edge its way past us and away it went.

My son was driving and does not like heights at the best of times and was a tad nervous. I think we were all relieved when we spied a restaurant and were able to pull into its small car park…we were presented with the most amazing views and then came the food which was awesome…just delicious.

Enquiring about the “Secret Garden” the restaurant staff pointed upwards with a big smile… Really?…at that point, it was unanimous to leave the truck and walk!

We walked and walked and all we saw was the occasional bike which passed us going the other way…Down!

The noises which we heard coming from the jungle as we walked up the steep track were quite magnified and sounded like a chainsaw…well that was the story I told my open-mouthed grandsons it did make them walk a little quicker though …haha.

It was only later that I discovered they were Cicadas and due to the acoustics on the mountain when they rubbed their wings together in unison they did sound like a chainsaw.

Suddenly the road plateaued out…We were at the top…

Thirsty and worn out…Our first view was a small shop selling water and a group of bemused local children were watching us and laughing probably thinking  ” mad Farangs” walking in this heat up the mountain. At that point, I was happy to agree with them…

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Looking around we spied a lone kiosk

No secret garden?…

I had this mental picture of pretty flowers…orchids and a statue or two… There was nothing like that in sight!

Walking over to the kiosk we paid for our tickets…well, we were here so we may as well have a look…

Where is this garden? The smiling woman pointed to some steps…from where I was standing they looked wooden and slightly rickety…Oh No! My legs could not take any more…

Down and down we went… That first glimpse of this “Secret Garden” was amazing..statues carved out of stone, a tiny house, little streams and miniature waterfalls trickling and running through the middle of this garden, a small amphitheatre, all among the trees which were growing on the mountainside…Not a flower in sight…

Did it matter? Not at all…This was magical and a memory which has stayed with me over the years…

My research since then has told me that an old Durian Fruit Farmer in 1976 at the grand old age of 77 started to fulfil his life’s ambition and carved all these wonderful statues which he had seen in his dreams and he created them to honour Buddha.

This video shows the magic of one of my favourite road trips.

The statues depict a number of animals, deities and humans in various poses, including one of the man himself Khun Nim in a relaxed position sitting on a rock. Khun Nim continued to work developing his garden until his death at the age of 91.

The garden is now cared for by his relatives.

About Carol Taylor:

Enjoying life in The Land Of Smiles I am having so much fun researching, finding new, authentic recipes both Thai and International to share with you. New recipes gleaned from those who I have met on my travels or are just passing through and stopped for a while. I hope you enjoy them.

I love shopping at the local markets, finding fresh, natural ingredients, new strange fruits and vegetable ones I have never seen or cooked with. I am generally the only European person and attract much attention and I love to try what I am offered and when I smile and say Aroy or Saab as it is here in the north I am met with much smiling.

Some of my recipes may not be in line with traditional ingredients and methods of cooking but are recipes I know and have become to love and maybe if you dare to try you will too. You will always get more than just a recipe from me as I love to research and find out what other properties the ingredients I use contain to improve our health and wellbeing.

Exciting for me hence the title of my blog, Retired No One Told Me! I am having a wonderful ride and don’t want to get off, so if you wish to follow me on my adventures, then welcome! I hope you enjoy the ride also and if it encourages you to take a step into the unknown or untried, you know you want to…….Then, I will be happy!

Carol is a contributor to the Phuket Island Writers Anthology: https://www.amazon.com/Phuket-Island-Writers-Anthology-Stories-ebook/dp/B00RU5IYNS

Connect to Carol

Blog: https://blondieaka.wordpress.com/
Twitterhttps://twitter.com/TheRealCarolT
Facebookhttps://www.facebook.com/carol.taylor.1422

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/caroltaylor56/pins/

Thank you once again for reading this post I hope you all have a great weekend 🙂 xx

Biscuit Crumbs…A prompt to a short Story #Prep

This week writing prompt from the lovely Lorna @ Gin and Lemonade is Prep

Verb: Prepare ( something) make ready. 

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Biscuit Crumbs:

Crash! Ouch!

Trying to manoeuvre gracefully around the oil drum directly in my path I succeeded in clattering right into it. The biscuits I carried flew into the air and landed as crumbs among the shattered remnants of my plate.

“So pleased it wasn’t the best bone china”

The errant skateboard carried on for a few seconds and I was most unceremoniously dumped on my butt.

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“That hurt.”

Watching my young grandson weave in and out with effortless grace on his skateboard evoked memories of my younger days when I was in marketing. My colleagues and I roller skating into an employer’s office to make our sales presentation.

It had gone so well on that occasion.

This had seemed like a brilliant idea, a novel way of presenting my Cup Cakes to Waitrose.

“What on earth was I thinking?”

Damm!  And ouch!  Back to the drawing board.

By Carol Ann Taylor.

Unsolved…

I am loving these prompts from Lorna @ Gin & Lemonade… This one is # Puzzle

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Unsolved by Carol  Ann Taylor…

The snow was coming down thick and fast, the weather had changed from a few light flurries of snow which didn’t settle, into a raging blizzard with frightening speed. The windscreen wipers struggling to keep the snow off the windscreen, it was building up with alarming speed and ferocity.

Jenny knew if she didn’t get to Sally’s soon she would have to stop and clear the windscreen as her driving visibility was fading fast the windscreen wipers getting slower and slower as the snow built up, she was squinting to see clearly. Already cars and lorries were abandoned by the roadside, the weather was getting pretty dire and Jenny was getting worried.

Wearing heels and a short dress  was definitely not the most suitable clothing to brave the elements in if she had to get out of the car and walk to make matters worse she had forgotten to put her warm jacket and boots in the car, well, the weatherman had said a mild Christmas was on the cards.

I hope Sally is ready, and I don’t have to wait or we will be lucky to get to mums in time for lunch. Then snow or no snow she will have something to say.

Jenny could just hear her mother saying “I see the pair of you turned up just in time to eat and I suppose you will both be off soon after, some work excuse or other, you don’t think about your old mum and dad spending most of Christmas alone do you?

You just wait until you have kids and they treat your home like a restaurant” Then you will know how we feel, you mark my words.

“There will be no both of us now, mum” 

The car spluttered to a halt outside Sally’s little flat. Jenny could hardly see out of the windows  and she recalled that time 10 years ago when getting out of the car had also been a struggle as she battled the wind and driving snow while trying to open her car door, how she struggled up the path to the front door her face stinging from the driving snow. Stamping her feet to remove the snow as she went up the steps to Sally’s front door, how the door was swinging backwards and forwards in the wind and how she thought that Sally couldn’t have closed it properly when she came home last night.

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Jenny remembered calling Sally’s name as she stepped inside the tiny flat, how the heat hit her and how she involuntarily shivered and felt a chill run through her.

How the kitchen was tidy except for last night’s dinner plate in the sink, the cat was mewing outside sounding desperate to come into the warm, his scratching getting more and more frantic, breaking the silence. The living room was quiet except for the Christmas tunes that Sally loved, playing quietly in the background, the tree lights twinkled, the presents unopened around the little tree, except for one which lay on the chair the pretty wrapping paper discarded on the floor.

Tap, tap on the window, the noise made Jenny jump it was Mrs Brown next door saying. “Come on in Lovie don’t sit out here all on your own, you will freeze to death. Come on in and have a hot toddy with us before you go to your mum’s.”

‘Thank you, Mrs Brown I was just……

“Oh love, don’t cry … Sally has gone, she is not coming back, you know that don’t you?”

“I know, said Jenny tears running down her cheeks, I know.”

About Carol Taylor:

Enjoying life in The Land Of Smiles I am having so much fun researching, finding new, authentic recipes both Thai and International to share with you. New recipes gleaned from those who I have met on my travels or are just passing through and stopped for a while. I hope you enjoy them.

I love shopping at the local markets, finding fresh, natural ingredients, new strange fruits and vegetable ones I have never seen or cooked with. I am generally the only European person and attract much attention and I love to try what I am offered and when I smile and say Aroy or Saab as it is here in the north I am met with much smiling.

Some of my recipes may not be in line with traditional ingredients and methods of cooking but are recipes I know and have become to love and maybe if you dare to try you will too. You will always get more than just a recipe from me as I love to research and find out what other properties the ingredients I use contain to improve our health and wellbeing.

Exciting for me hence the title of my blog, Retired No One Told Me! I am having a wonderful ride and don’t want to get off, so if you wish to follow me on my adventures, then welcome! I hope you enjoy the ride also and if it encourages you to take a step into the unknown or untried, you know you want to…….Then, I will be happy!

Carol is a contributor to the Phuket Island Writers Anthology: https://www.amazon.com/Phuket-Island-Writers-Anthology-Stories-ebook/dp/B00RU5IYNS

Connect to Carol

Blog: https://blondieaka.wordpress.com/
Twitterhttps://twitter.com/TheRealCarolT
Facebookhttps://www.facebook.com/carol.taylor.1422

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/caroltaylor56/pins/

Thank you once again for reading this post I hope you all have a great week 🙂 xx

Salt Water Taffy! By Carol Ann Taylor.

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Salt Water Taffy by Carol Taylor.

Brilliant turquoise in colour, my fingers now sticky on my screen, sweet nothing on my tongue with a sort of fudge-like texture.  Would I eat another?

“No”

The disappointment flooded over me when I realized it wasn’t a blueberry flavour.

But, instead, it invoked pictures in my memory of a hazy blue sea,  sailboats, men in boaters,  ladies in bloomers and those wonderful beach huts which are now so in vogue. Children running along with kites, donkey rides on the clean white sand. Ice Cream and Candyfloss

How one tiny rectangle of sweet stickiness could evoke long-forgotten memories of an idyllic childhood was truly amazing.

Long Live Salt Water Taffy.

What is salt Water Taffy then where did it originate?

No one really knows but a man called Joseph Fralinger who was a former glass blower and fish merchant from Atlantic City opened a small concession in the mid-1880’s selling lemonade. After taking over a taffy stand he began to perfect his own recipe for Taffy. An entrepreneur at heart he packed one pound oyster boxes with Salt Water Taffy and launched the first ” Atlantic City Souvenir” today this one pound box still remains the most popular souvenir.

Today there are over 155 flavours of Salt Water Taffy and not a drop of seawater in sight.

 

If you have enjoyed this post the short very short story came about when on a writers retreat we were given a Salt Water Taffy and Five minutes to write our thoughts down…

If you enjoyed my little experience of a Salt Water Taffy please hit the share buttons x

The Charade – Chapter 10

My turn again…I love how this is developing 🙂

S C Richmond

Chapter Ten

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It was getting late and the street lights had just come on. What had started out as an adventure to find a new dress was turning into a fruitless search.

   They were either too much money or dresses that she wouldn’t wear they were tacky and cheap.

The euphoria she has felt earlier had all but gone ….Shoulders slumped she started to make her way back to her room..That lonely room..Where the nightmares always came.

   Turning the corner she saw some twinkling lights come on and noticed a little shop..It lay back from the other shops which surrounded the markets stalls.

   She drew closer and saw a delightful little Christmas scene in the window someone had decorated it so beautifully,  everything twinkled and sparkled, she wondered who had been so artistic and clever, it caught her breathe, it was very lovely. The…

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