4 Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompts!

I am catching up on these four wonderful prompts and I have decided to make them into a mini continuing story. Hope you all enjoy! 🙂





“Cheers!”, I said for the must be coming on fiftieth time that day as I hit glasses with another guest at my wedding to my new husband Alan.

I wasn’t quite sure who this person was. Probably from Alan’s sales job or maybe the Hercule Poirot Appreciation Club.

Alan comes over rescuing me. He can be relied on like that.

“Ah Gary, thanks for coming. I see you’ve met my gorgeous husband Nick.”

He can be relied upon to be over the top too! My sister Niamh loves him, wishes her boyfriend would announce her gorgeousness so freely but to be honest I think it’s a little much. But I haven’t said. Don’t wish to rock the boat, you know.

“Yeah, Alan’s told me so much about you.”, I smile, like you do, think I’ve said the right thing.

“Oh I hope not all bad!”, Gary replies with a hearty chuckle.

“No, not at all.”, I grin back.

I’ve smiled a lot today. Introverts’ trait.


Later in the evening Alan and I are back in our hotel room. We don’t bother with the traditional getting it on of the wedding night. We’re both knackered from the day and in any case we’ve been through that many times before. So we simply crawl into bed, cuddle for a few moments, tell each other how great we did today and then put the lights out.


In response to Linda’s prompt:





The Phone



“You didn’t come back last night! Where the hell were you?!”, Alan says, standing in the middle of the kitchen looking all stern and stuff.

“I was drunk so I crashed on Niamh’s sofa! It’s no big deal!”, I reply with a shrug.

“A likely story!”

“Call her then!”

“What would be the point? She’d only back you up … and saying you are telling the truth …”

“I am!”

And I was. Jesus!

“Was he there?”

“Do you mean Niamh’s boyfriend Cian?”

“Yes, he’s bi you know.”

“Yeah, I’m aware of that and you and I are gay, Niamh’s straight, what exactly are you coming at here?”

“Oh you wouldn’t tell me the truth anyway!”, he says, starting to leave the kitchen.

I follow him through to the living-room, anger growing inside me.

“Do you think I’m screwing him Al? Is that honestly what you think?!”

“He left his mobile phone here when I was away on business …”

“Jeez, that’s incriminating.”, I reply with sarcasm.

He slumps down on the sofa.

“Was he staying here?”

“He came over for lunch.”

“And why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t think it was important that my sister’s boyfriend came over for lunch for a half an hour …”

“Of course it isn’t … I’m sorry. I …”

I slumped down beside him on the sofa, took his hand in mine.

“I’m not Brendan, you know? I can be faithful.”

He places his hand on top of mine, rubs it softly.

“I know. I’m sorry. I love you Nicky.”

“Love you too, you jealous ‘ole lump.”, I smile, giving him a quick reassuring kiss.


In response to Linda’s prompt:







“Do you think we’re coming near the place now?”, I asked as we rounded yet another street.

“Not sure. I’m sure we’re getting pretty warm in finding it though.”, Al replied, forcing me to roll my eyes.

“Just for future reference babe, maybe bring a Google map or something.”

“I don’t know how those things work.”


Eventually we get there and are greeted by the receptionist. When the receptionist fails to find the reservation in the book, Al gets agitated.

“You’re supposed to know what you’re doing. Are you new here or something?!”

“Well um, actually I am, um …”

“It’s ok.”, I interrupt.

“We can wait. Maybe you could ring your supervisor? You’re doing grand.”

The receptionist smiles.

“I’ll sort it out.”, they say, going to the phone.

“You are too soft Nicky. He shouldn’t be here if he doesn’t know what he’s doing! I know you are a receptionist and all but …”

“Yeah and you’re a big shot salesman, we know!”

“That’s not what I meant!”

“Well you’re sure acting like it. Give them time.”

“And you’re doing that irritating thing again.”

“What’s that?”

“Saying them …”

“Well I don’t like to assume someone’s gender or pronouns based on how they present so sue me!”

“Jesus, he’s taking all day about this!”

“They are trying their best Al. It isn’t that easy when you’re under pressure, you know.”

Eventually the supervisor came down and things were sorted. There was two reservation books and the receptionist had been looking at the wrong one. Al rolled his eyes and made sure the receptionist seen. I smiled over to them, thanked both them and the supervisor for their help. Al sighed and done likewise before we headed up to our room.

After we had got settled, we had some wine and had a wonderful night of passion.


In response to Linda’s prompt:






The baby or babies.

My mind buzzed like a wasp.

“I know we hadn’t planned it but …”, I said, tears beckoning to come into my eyes as I sat across the kitchen table from Al.

Instinctively he takes my hand in his.

“Take your time. Hadn’t planned what? Are you alright?”

“Yeah, um … well with me being a trans guy and you being a cis guy, there was always the chance.”

“What’s any of that got to do with anything?Always the chance of what?”

“You know that night of passion we had at the hotel …”

“How could I forget?!”, he smiled with a cheeky grin and then a light bulb seemed to have went off.

“Oh.”, he said.


He broke out into a smile and took me into a gentle hug.

“That’s amazing news!”

“Really?”, I replied, relieved.

“It’s just as I said we haven’t planned it and all …”

“Oh forget that! This is brilliant. I’m really happy. Are you?”

A tear of joy slips down my face.

“Yes, yes I am.”


In response to Linda’s prompt:






May 26/18 – Saturdays

Linda’s prompt for SoCS this week…



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


Nora loved Saturdays. It was time to spend time with her children and her Mum. Being a single mother working two jobs in the week these moments were moments to savour. This Saturday Nora, her mother Bernadette and Nora’s two children Niamh (10) and Janet (6) were having a barbecue in their back garden. Nora and Bernadette were frying burgers, onions and rashers on the grill. For a brief few moments Nora looked sideways at her Mum, the strongest woman she knew, and thought how she would never survive without her help. Since her two daughters’ father, if he could be called that, Carl had ventured off leaving them while she was pregnant with Janet things had been difficult but this kindly woman in her fluffy pink slippers always helped things run smoothly. Nora hugged her Mum. No words were needed. Bernadette understood.


The family sat down in the garden chairs to eat and wash their food down with coke. The sun shone down and life was perfect. Photos were taken as was photos of all their memories on Saturdays so that one day Niamh and Bernadette could look back on the times they had with their Mum and Nan. Next week they organised was to be a trip to the seaside and Nora and Bernadette hoped this gorgeous weather they were having of late kept up.


2/18 – Love/Equality

Linda’s prompt for SoCS this week…


Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “your favourite word.” What’s your favourite word? Write about it, base your post on it, or just write about the concept of having one. Enjoy!


I love the term equality. I feel so passionate about what it symbolises. A world free of oppression, prejudice, ignorance and all the rest of that rubbish. Where people stopped using politically correct as a term for what really means good and normal thinking. I love the term equality because it symbolises everything I want for this world. To ease my mind in the minority groups I’m in. No longer fear of prejudice when I meet someone. No longer fearing having to get into a conflict to defend myself when I shouldn’t need to. To ease my mind in the majority groups I’m in. No longer to feel guilt about getting privileged treatment. Fearing people think I’m like others in the majority group. Quite a sickening thought that.


I love the term love because it represents the most important thing in our world. It represents the most precious relationships we have with our other halves, family, pets and friends. Without it we struggle so much more. Love is what keeps us going in bad times and gives us great memories in good times. Love means so many things. It’s in our love for our careers and hobbies and keeps us going and sane. After all aren’t all those who hate a bit insane when you actually sit down and talk to them?


I love these two terms which I think are two sides of the one coin. Though people say you can have one without the other I don’t believe that to be true.





19/18 – The Well

Linda’s prompt for SoCS this week…



Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “empty/hollow.” Use one, use both, entirely up to you. Enjoy!



The well was out in the middle of nowhere. There was various tales Carly heard about what was down there. Her grandmother who raised her was convinced that there was a body down there and Carly had brought many man, women and non-binary people here over the years after dates to see the well embellishing tales of what lay beneath. In truth she didn’t know.


And what lay below was something the small village which housed the well could never fathom … a couple of fish just swimming pleasantly around.





#SoCS May 12/18 – Stephen

Linda’s prompt for SoCS this week…



Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “on the farm.” Find a word that has a farm animal sound in it, i.e. sMOOth, and use it in your post. Bonus points if you include three or more. Have extra fun!



Stephen looked at the tape in his hand. He had three options: go to the police, go to the papers or keep back what he had in his possession. The information exposed a ring of drug pushers and they came from all worlds including big shots from the law, political, religious and business world as well as a couple of top celebrities. This stuff could blow so much out in the open and ruin many careers, marriages and relationships.


Stephen was a man who liked a drug himself so getting rid of the evidence was out of the question. And though he wanted to do what was right for his friend Sophie who had been killed by a bad stash given by ya one from that law firm he couldn’t go to the police. They didn’t pay a dime. So he headed in the doors of the newspaper Starbeam Daily …



#SoCS May 5/18 – Letter Home

Linda’s prompt for SoCS this week…



Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “letter.” Use it in your post or theme your post on any meaning of the word “letter.” Enjoy!


Letter Home


Dear Mum & Dad,


Life is great here. I’m working in a swanky hotel at the reception desk and everyone is so lovely. I’ve made lots of friends here including Mary Lynn, a girl from Dublin. We go to the Irish bar here. Me and Jennifer are loving our apartment. It has a great view of the city and we often drink out on the balcony. Marriage and parenthood has even been discussed.

The theatres are amazing and I caught Wicked there just the other night with Jennifer. By the way, I’ve just got a car. A red Ford. And you should see the shops! I can’t believe that I can finally afford some of those clothes! Oh and I’m doing a night course in book keeping. My tutor said just the other day that I was looking promising for a career in accountancy.

It’s all so exciting here and I’m doing fine so don’t worry!


Signing off now. Lots of love and kisses to you all and Nan,

Jade xxxxxxxxxx


Jade placed the letter in the envelope and put it in the letter box. She sighed. It would keep them happy at least. Her life in London was far from the picture she had painted in her letter. She and Jennifer had broke up two weeks into living together when Jennifer had moved on with the beautiful blond woman from the cafe. Jade hadn’t visited that cafe since which was a shame Jade felt as the apple pie and cream there was to die for. She was working two jobs. One in the day at a car dealership where she had seen the red Ford she hadn’t purchased and a night job as an escort to lonely older women. Just about she was getting by with the rent currently on her small flat. And Mary Lynn was that stylish woman who worked in that swanky hotel she passed by each day who looked like some supermodel out of Vogue but who she didn’t actually know was Dublin.

She continued her walk back to the car dealership. Her break was sure to be almost at an end and her boss there Ken was the type that thought five seconds late meant a docking of wages. As she walked she passed the clothes shops with gear she couldn’t afford but which she had received a coat from courtesy of a client Mandy from her escorting job who went to Wicked with friends recently and told Jade about it in her monotone voice. She entered the car dealership, returned to her desk just in time and looked over at the leaflets advertising evening courses in the local Further Education College. Book Keeping was there and she knew it would warm the heart of her father who loved Maths to think she was attending the course. But really if she had more money, it would be the Creative Writing course she would pursue. She figured she had some kind of a gift for it. After all her fantasy world was working so far with her parents. She didn’t want to lie to them and Nan but the alternative of saying she was a failure appealed less.

She looked over at the Irish pub across the road. Well she had been there once with a client Betty, an alcoholic, so she guessed a half truth was better than nothing …



#SoCS April 28/18 – Your Heart

Linda’s prompt for SoCS this week…


Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “Why/Y.” Theme your post on a word that starts with “Y” – bonus points if you start or end your post with “Why.” Have fun!


Your Heart


Why is the world so full of boxes? So much about making one “the norm” and one “the other”? At what stage will many get their heads out of their arses and realise we are all just here? Why are some people never questioned about anything while I feel I have to justify myself at almost every turn? And why does that seem alright to most people?


My name is Kyle, 23, non-binary. And here I am on this TV show wondering why I have to prove it when this cisgender presenter ain’t bothering to prove that he is cisgender. And oh ain’t he smug about it? I feel like saying you do you and I’ll do me. But he don’t get that and he never will. And that’s sad for him really.


So instead of proving anything I tell those worried and struggling out there to go with what is in your heart. After all there is nothing else. The rest is all manufactured. And content I feel and it doesn’t even bother me when yaman’s still asking why?