Weekly Photo Challenge: Broken in more ways than one

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Angkor Thom was founded by King Jayavarman VII  built in the 10th and 11th century. It was built in an almost perfect square and outside its high walls was a wide moat which once housed hungry crocodiles. It is a large complex being over a mile wide and contains many temples and other features. Many of the decorative features are broken in some of the temples such as the Phimeanakas temple. Reconstruction is underway with the broken pieces piled around the edges. Can you imagine the jigsaw skills that would require.

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The ancient ruins of Angkor Wat and surrounds are not all that is broken in Cambodia. The people are broken after Pol Pot and his Khmer Rouge movement ruled Cambodia from 1975 to 1979. From a population at this time of 7 – 8 million people 1.5 million died from starvation, execution, disease or overwork. In one detention centre S-21 shown below only seven of the 20,000 people imprisoned there are known to have survived.

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I wondered that the sign “no smiling” was necessary. The interior was no smiling matter at all.

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The psyche of the people remains broken. They do not understand how one of their own could do this. Recovery is slow and hard.

In response to weekly photo challenge Broken

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Skywatch Friday: May 22nd 2015 Noosaville 4.04 pm

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Floral Friday: Heliconia and Gingers

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Thursday’s Special: Opposites — The Old Bakehouse

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Stroud situated on the mid North Coast of NSW had its beginnings in the early 1800s. It was the town which was the headquarters of the Australian Agricultural Company. Roger’s father who lived in Brighton U.K. still had shares in it when I first met him in the 1990s. In 1824 the AA company received a grant of one million acres (4,000 square kilometers)  which reached as far north as Port Macquarie. This land was for agricultural use and Stroud thrived with the company’s storehouses located here. It was a Wild West type of town with the Australian Bushranger Thunderbolt ranging the area having met and married Mary Ann Bugg whose father ran a farm  in the area.

Stroud boasts numerous beautiful historical building which are constructed in a British tradition including Stroud House, St John’s Church and Quambi School. Not so flash it the original bakehouse which we purchased in 2006. Why did we buy it — the old ovens appealed to us and the shed still had all the flour working equipment.  The kitchen and the bathroom ran off each other.

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The ovens

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Looking from the lounge to the kitchen.

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         “The kitchen. The bathroom. The yin and yang of the household.”
David C Holley, Write like no one is reading

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The exterior of the house.

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The rollers for taking the flour from the shed are just visible in the photo. Inside the brick floor to the left are the same old bricks that the chimney is made from.

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We never lived there and no longer own it and I am told that in the wild weather of last month, when in nearby Dungog a few houses were washed away, that the old bakehouse has been irreparably damaged by the raging flood waters.

In response to Paula’s Opposites with quote – her prompt for the Thursday’s Special.

         

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Friday Fictioneers: Rain drops

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Jeff had died eight years ago and still she cried. Maybe not as often as she had in the beginning when she was stunned, not knowing how she would cope on her own. But still on a daily basis. The rooms felt empty  bereft of his presence. The smallest reminder of him would make waterfalls of her eyes. She wanted to move on but she seemed stuck. Now here she was again. Jeff  had risen early to photograph rain drops. As she looked closely she resolved  no more crying for me. My face can’t afford this kind of magnification.

Genre: Fiction

Word Count : 99

Rochelle invites us to write 100 words or less in response to Santoshwriter’s photo prompt. Link up via the frog to see others here

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Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Pairs

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A pair of knees are joined

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to a pair of feet covered in a pair of socks.

Next to which sits

A pair of ears, a pair of eyes  and yet another pair of feet

Hoping

for a pat from that pair of hands currently occupied

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What a bore

who displays more

pairs of eyes and ears

and a pair of tusks

Too two.

In response to Cee’s Fun foto Challenge

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Wordless Wednesday: On the beach

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99 Word Flash Fiction: Connection in a Hard Place

Natasha dreamed of death. These visions were always pleasant unlike the bombs that fell around her, killing all in their path. Except her. She who longed to die seemed immune to the terror surrounding her. All her family were dead. Her lover too had died, beheaded. They had forced her to watch. Now, except when dreams of death lulled her, the nightmare never left. The latest bomb left her scrabbling at the rubble to reach the trapped cry below. She pulled the unharmed baby to her and connected her to her breast. She smiled as the milk flowed again.

This week Charli asks us to :

May 13, 2015 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that shows a hard place and a connection. It could be a prisoner who discovers friendship; a cedar that grows from a crack in a cliff; an abandoned dog rescued by a homeless teen. Maybe it is a reconciliation or connecting with students during a turbulent time. Is the hard place part of something larger in the scope of a character’s development? Or is it a plot twist?

Respond by May 19, 2015 to be included in the weekly compilation.Rules are here. All writers are welcome!

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Sunday Stills the Next Challenge: Babies of a puppy variety

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In response to Ed’s Sunday Stills the Next Challenge

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Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge: The Hire Engine

Raewyn of decocraftsdigicrafts  invited me to take part in the Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge.  Thanks, Raewyn! The challenge is  to “post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge”.

Day 5:

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We cruised the streets. The bass thud thud of the music filled the air, not only inside but outside the vehicle. The champagne flowed. People stopped and stared; some laughing as they saw the fire engine was a hire engine. We had no destination other than places where we would be seen. There was room to dance on board and plenty to eat and drink. We may have had a bit too much when we started fiddling with the buttons. We didn’t know the equipment still worked. The ladder rose. The hoses squirted. The damage wasn’t that great. We wiped out part of the electrical supply to the city and caused only a few broken bones when we aimed the hoses at some fragile people. 

I await the court case impatiently. I can stand on tip toes and see the impounded hire engine through the small window of my cell. They told me when they threw me in that bars were unnecessary to prevent escape as they had the window wired with electricity.  Not being able to pull myself up to the opening  means that I can never see the sun – all because of a bit of fun.

So now I’m supposed to invite someone else to join in the fun. That’s easy, I nominate Priceless Joy  from Priceless Joy. No obligation, Priceless Joy!

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