
In response to Charli’s prompt where she asked:
December 21, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) include white flowers in your story. This is a repeat prompt, but one that has an ability to be emotive. Humor, drama, irony — go wherever the white flowers lead.
Respond by December 26, 2017 (Happy Boxing Day!) to be included in the compilation (published December 27). Rules are here. All writers are welcome!
She lay on a bed of white flowers. Her tanned skin contrasting against the white making the white whiter and the brown browner. She moved sensuously, luxuriating in the velvety softness that enveloped her and inhaled the wafts of perfume. She rolled and stretched, her movements slow and languorous. She was alone but not lonely. Her thoughts like the flowers were pure as driven snow; dark chocolate, cashmere sweaters. How she’d longed for this place and now found, she wanted to stay forever.
A field of white flowers offered so much more than that cloud she had abandoned.
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About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist
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. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
Wow. But so true, clouds do not compare. Not to these flowers. You wrote them well.
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Thank you D. I hope you and your family have a Happy Holiday Season and a merry Christmas.
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Superb!
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Thank you Reena.
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Getting down to the real world? Good for her!
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l think she thinks she has found a better place to escape to but yes she now has her feet on the ground.
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A bed of white flowers – how alluring. I hope the bees stay away. 🙂
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Aww Norah I didn’t put you down as a cynic. 🐝🐝🐝
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I can be quite, cynical, Irene. Sorry to disappoint. 🙂
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Not disappointed Norah, just surprised. Hope you have a Happy safe New year and that you achieve whatever you set yourself for the New Year.
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🙂 Best wishes to you also, Irene. I hope 2018 is wonderful for you.
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Oh, it feels like rolling around on satin sheets, but her thoughts are “…like the flowers were pure as driven snow; dark chocolate, cashmere sweaters.” That made me laugh! Merry Christmas & Happy New Year! ❤
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I’m glad it made you laugh. I think I achieved my aim – a bit of erotica without any erot. ❤️
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A solid hit on the mark!
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Smiling broadly
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