Esther Chilton

This week’s writing prompt is:

TIME

What does TIME mean to you? Good times, spent with family and friends? Always being pushed for time? Happy memories of times in the past? Or perhaps you think of the future and the times that will bring. It might be a timepiece itself that holds special significance.

You don’t have to share your work, but I always enjoy seeing what you come up with if the prompt gives you inspiration. Your last prompt was SEASONS. Here are the pieces you shared:

Christine Mallaband-Brown:

My favourite season is spring. The anticipation of warm weather to come. Flowers and buds emerging after a bleak winter, and birds, bees and animals taking advantage of the newly green fields. But to be honest this year the, spring seems to have started, but winter is still here in July. Low temperatures, low pressure and 80% of July’s rainfall in just 10 days in the UK has made for a dismal start to the summer. The jet stream is south of us scooping down cold and wet air from the Arctic. Meanwhile Southern Europe is baking in record breaking heat with numerous deaths. Hopefully it will turn into a mild autumn. Unless the weather morphs into a more wintery scene.

Tessa Dean:

My favorite season is spring.

Spring’s my favorite

spring is followed by summer

summer is too hot.

Here is Sexagenarian Scribbler’s piece on the previous theme of WORK:

My first proper job was for Pearl Assurance in the city.

I remember going for my interview, in this magnificent building and having to negotiate the revolving doors. It was a straight  commute for me on the Central Line, and Oxford Street was a couple of stops away, near enough to nip to in my lunch hour, or after work.

We had morning coffee and afternoon tea brought to our desk, and a three course lunch with waitress service, all free. I loved the buzz of working in the city, but best of all was the social life, with regular evenings  down at their sports ground.

And I must mention I met my husband there, as did so many of us ‘Pearl Girls’ as we were called back then. We met passing on the stairs; he asked me out on his 21st birthday; he loves to tell people he was drunk at the time!

The Pearl building is now a six star hotel, with a six star price tag, sadly our stairs are gone.

Happy days…

And here’s Sharon Harvey’s work on the prompt HOME:

Such an empty house.

A home that was filled with fun and laughter and lots of memories, adults doing their daily thing, kiddies running around, growing up and years going by.

Then one by one, each inhabitant leaves to go on their own journey through life to leave a quiet subdued empty house such a contrast to a full happy house years gone by.

One one occupant now remains till his dying day and then it’s completely empty- an empty shell of a house that used to be such a wonderful family home.

Such an empty house.

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