#SoCS April 14/18 – Mon

Linda’s prompt for SoCS this week…

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “mon.” Use the letters “mon” in a word, or use it as a word by itself. Have fun!

 

Mon – my

It was the pronoun from old French lessons that was in Deirdre’s mind. My body, my choice. She touched her stomach and thought how this referendum in the Republic of Ireland was coming too late for her even if the yes vote won out. But it wouldn’t be too late for many other men, women and non-binary people who found themselves in this situation in the future. Pregnant and not ready to be. Forced to give birth by other people. By other people telling them what to do with their own bodies. Like people were currently telling her to do with hers.

 

Down the road Bethany was looking at leaflets. She sobbed for the unborn child and thought about the pronoun mon. My and I seemed so selfish to her. And soon she was up and ready to hand out more leaflets and thought,

I will get mon way.

 

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#SoCS April 7/18 – Doctor Roberts-Jones

Linda’s prompt for SoCS this week…

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “passive/aggressive.” Use one, use both, bonus points if you start your post with one or the other. Enjoy!

Passive. That’s how I knew I needed to be in order to survive.

Once upon a time, he had been charming. He’d been kind. You wouldn’t think it to look at him now. All fierce, vicious and cruel. An open can from his six pack of beer in one hand and his other hand curled into a fist. His eyes glazing on me.

The monster in the house, the gentleman outdoors. Doctor Jones-Roberts, the well-respected doctor I might add. They would never believe it of him.

Once upon a time he had been kind. He had been charming. He had been sweet. And he continued to be outside. But inside he was so different.

My best mate Barry wanted me to leave him. But we had a son. Adopted in better times. And we had to show a happy front. I was the happy family man Mr. Roberts-Jones.

He knocked me out of my standing and I just thought it was a regular Saturday night. I’ve made my bed and now I must lie in it.

That’s what my mother always said.

 

#SoCS March 30/18 – Bunny Ears

Linda’s prompt for SoCS this week…

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “bun.” Find a word that contains “bun” or use it as a word all by itself. Have fun!

Image result for bunny ears

“Easter is around the corner and I have plans in store for Eva. See these bad boys here …”, Damien said, taking out the rabbit ears from his plastic shopping bag.

“You bought your girlfriend a pair of bunny ears? Was there no Easter eggs you could find?”, I asked.

“Antony, jeez you can be naive. There is less fun to be had with an Easter egg than a pair of bunny ears …”, he said, with a wink.

“In the words of Rose from Titantic, I’ll be wearing only this when she comes home come Easter.”, he added.

“Oh … is this a gift for her or for you?”, I laughed.

“Bit of both.”, he smiled.

“Maybe you should buy some ‘ole bunny rabbit ears, give Kris an Easter thrill he’ll never forget.”

“Me and the hubby are well past that.”, I groaned.

“Oh there’s no such thing as past sex mate. And I bet even your uptight lawyer wouldn’t say no.”

“He’s not uptight.”

“Yes, he is. And you find it sexy as hell in him.”, he grinned.

I smiled.

“Where did you get the bunny ears?”

 

#SoCS March 24/18 – Google Image Brings Back Memories

Linda’s prompt for SoCS this week…

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “picture.” Write about, or theme your post on the first picture you see when you sit down to start writing. You don’t need to describe the picture necessarily–you can even put yourself in it if you’re not already there. Enjoy!

 

Image result for jack russell terrier

 

I switch on Google Images and spot this little Jack Russell Terrier. They remind me of my dog Cookie who I lost in 2010. He would chase any object he could too. They like him are a bouncing ball of energy, both a thorn and a rose in my Mum’s side.

The little petal left us so many memories. He was the dog who managed to get up onto the wash basket in order to get out the window for a run. Thankfully it was on the ground floor. He was the pooch who would constantly tug on his lead. He was the one who made excited leaps during a GAA match even though he didn’t know what was going on. He was the dog who looked down the hole for the ball in the golf course and who loved to swim in the river at the end of the golf course. He was the little pet who loved my Mum’s foot rubs, who my Dad carried up to the house when a mini flood occurred, who my Sister and I watched TV with. He was the little dog who would bring the lead in his mouth to go walkies and pull all manner of items all over the place.

 

He was the little darling who rested more at the fire as he got older. The little pet who walked a little more into things as he got older but still managed to snatch my Sister’s Moro bar without anyone noticing and was found out just in time before he ate it. Didn’t realise chocolate was bad for dogs. He was the dog who I probably annoyed with hugs and pets and who made us all so sad when he went missing for a few hours one time. The joy we all felt when he returned. He was the little dog I loved reading to, giving Christmas presents to with my Sister, he was like our little brother really.

 

He was the little dog who I loved and adored. A little kind soul who offered so much affection with gentle, soft eyes that said I can’t speak so look in my eyes and see what I’m saying. The little dog who comforted the family when he seen any of us were down. It broke my heart when he passed on. But I cherish the memories and his little smell still lingers in my nostrils whenever I want to recall his scent.

 

Anyone who thinks a pet is just a pet, well they just haven’t met Cookie.

 

#SoCS March 17/18 – Louise & Amy

Linda’s prompt for SoCS this week…

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “green.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!   

Green was Louise’s heart. From playschool when the pictures Amy coloured in were praised. Right onto primary school when Amy was picked first in PE teams and she last. Right on to high school when Amy bagged the boy deemed the hottest boy, Ryan, in school who subsequently took Amy to the prom.

And now her heart was still green. 10 years after leaving high school as she read of the newspaper article in a cafe about Amy, “one of the top anthropologists in the world”, newly married to the hot businessman in every sense of the world Cliff.

She always had it all. Everything! While I’m near penniless and a single mother.

Louise looked at the metal of the gun shining out of her handbag. She looked across the road at the offices where Amy worked.

Well she won’t have it all anymore.

 

#SoCS March 10/18 – So Far

Linda’s prompt for SoCS this week…

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “so far.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy! 

So near and yet so far. Pebbles the mouse felt this way as she looked up at the large bin before her. The smell of the food tickled her tiny nostrils and it made her angry. She had injured her leg beyond repair many years ago. Vets didn’t seem to be much use to injured, stray mice.

Oh, those scraps seemed delightful.

She sighed. She sighed more when she seen Charlie the mouse from down the street climb up and feast on his treat. The treat that should have been hers.

Always so near and yet so far. 

#SoCS March 3/18 – Fine

Linda’s prompt for SoCS this week…

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “fine.” Use it any way you’d like, bonus points if you use it as the last word of your post.

This inner mess in Matthew’s head confused him. He felt sad but he didn’t want to cry. He felt sad but he didn’t know why. His wife asked him what brought on these feelings. He didn’t know how to answer. All he knew was that he always felt like this. His daughters seemed to get it. From another generation to him and his wife, they didn’t see his feelings as a stigma.

Many days he would spend on the couch resting in his pajamas. Gone were the many years he could head to work each day pretending to be fine, secretly going to hospitals to speak and get his tablets. Tablets he’d went off and maybe shouldn’t have. He knew from early on that he could never feel carefree like many others but he made the best o it, acting stronger than he felt he was, not realising his strength lay in his fight to keep going despite the pain. Things would never be perfect but he loved his family and with them he knew he had something others sadly didn’t. He knew with them he would be fine. Not carefree but fine.