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I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. Commenced a masters by research in 2014.
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Coming across mushrooms whilst walking Janet asked, “Are you sure they’re safe to eat?”
“Yes. My grandmother told me if they look like a mushroom, smell like a mushroom and you can peel the skin off the top it more than likely is a mushroom.”
“I’m not sure. I don’t want to be poisoned.”
“Don’t worry. Look.” Jack ate several. Within minutes he was looking down, feeling himself leave the world.
The autopsy report showed it was not poisonous mushrooms but a combination of the copper chrome arsenate treatment of the pine fence and the toxins in the pine needles that had killed him.
In response to Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers.
The picture is the PHOTO PROMPT. Does it plant a story in your mind? Share it in a hundred words or less.
Clouds – one of my favourite things. They are so emotive. Filling you with wonder at the colours and shapes.
joy and romance. In the tropics they allow you to have snow covered mountains.
They can also be ominous filling you with wonder and fear.
In response to Ed’s Next Sunday Challenge
“We’ve got to pull together to get through before the gate closes.” Ruby yelled to Luke.
“One, two, three. Pull!” They continued upstream pulling together at each gate.
“This is the last one. Hold on tight. You okay? You look blue Ruby.”
She nodded, breathless. “A little tired.” Suddenly they plummeted down a Niagra style drop into the swirling cavern below only to be pumped at speed along a new river which wound through the lush region of alveoli. As they past Ruby smiled, feeling her energy return. “I’m ready for the next run” she said, her colour returned.
In response to Charli’s prompt
February 25, 2015 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes a river and a person (or people). Think about MacLean’s famous line that “Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it.” Give it your own meaning. It can be a rivulet of water cutting across a city sidewalk, a farm ditch or a famous world river. Who is experiencing the water? What observations are profound? How can a river and a character merge with meaning?
Respond by March 3, 2015 to be included in the weekly compilation.Rules are here. All writers are welcome!