You have prepared a tasting menu, a series of amuse bouche, a demonstration of a chef's talent. And the chef is very talented, as all these wonderful poems can tell. So well done, dear friend.
Prompt 52 Write from the point of view of a stack of paper sitting near a shredder
Thud!
“Watch it!”
“Owh!”
“That hurt!”
“Help! I'm all bent and creased.”
“Shut it, the lot of you! You're not at the bottom of the heap. I am.”
“Oh, stop complaining. You'll just have to grin and bear it, won't you?”
Brief, tetchy silence.
“Why have we been moved, anyway? It was nice and warm next to the printer.”
“And his desktop. Boy, when that gets going,
611 will be added to my list of possible prompts for Soul Music. Currently working on a response to Prompt 52, yes, 52. From 2011, no less. This will be appearing shortly as a standalone prompt.
One bad decision can lead to all sorts of problems. Geoff has forgiven him, but I'm not sure everything will be back as it was. Thanks for reading and commenting.
I know I'm rarely to be seen round these parts, but I can't resist sharing a piece I was playing in this time last week. Britten's Violin concerto was new territory for me, for all I do enjoy his music. It is wonderful, and the final few minutes are magical.
What a curious hybrid of an instrument - spent most of the time watching the player. Particularly when he was doing pizzicati behind the fingerboard - makes me wish I could see what was going on. Thanks, AC.
Thanks for getting so involved, Gary. Tony isn't infallible, as demonstrated, so Geoff gets to flex his muscles in the relationship. Evens things out a bit, perhaps.
Well, the evening started out ok ... Pubs can be fine if you're with a friend or two, not so great if you're on your own, perhaps. Thanks for reading and commenting.
Can I talk to you, dear?
Geoff silently answered, But you are already, Mum. His mother always seemed to choose the most inopportune times to phone.
“I'm on my way out to a concert in the Abbey, Mum. Is it something quick?”
You never said you were playing today.
His mother sounded put out that something was happening in his life she didn't know about.
Geoff rubbed his forehead. “I'm not, Mum. I'm going to the Festival of Nine Lessons and Carols.
You can't sing.