Microfiction Monday

the hostess of which is Susan at Stony River



"Aphrodite, are you ready?"
"Almost. What's at stake this time? A golden apple? Fine. I know just how to make that human give it to me."

The faces of a mid-January Sunday

8.30 a.m.


11 a.m.


3.30 p.m.


4.10 p.m.


4.50 p.m.

At last!

This is just about as much sun as we have seen in two weeks. The sky opened up just for about an hour before sunset and let us see there still is such a thing as blue sky (albeit in patches) and the sun, pale though it may have been. More clouds and perhaps some snow to follow, though.

Flash 55

The melting snow and lengthening icicles (by the way, the sky is still grey and dismal) reminded me of an incident that actually happened some years ago. However, I allowed myself a bit of creative freedom.

Passer-by killed by stiricide
D.U., 84, was walking along the main street when, suddenly, a 60cm icicle fell from the eaves, hit him in the head and killed him on the spot. The deceased was a World War 2 veteran and a member of a squad renown for their usurious diversions during the German occupation.

I hate winter

Winter is hard on all living things. The pine in the photo is hanging on in spite of its drooping limbs weighed down by the heavy snow but my heart sank when I saw a few of its uprooted relatives in the city park.

Did I mention the constant lack of sunlight is driving me insane?

Haiku day

treacherous road
the swirling dance of snowflakes
in the headlights

Monochrome world

I don't even have to convert my photos to make them appear B&W. Truth be told, some colour can be found but more or less only where the graffiti artists had a go. But here are both versions of a photo taken today.