In Loving Memory

Cally at her best

Cally at her best

Today we bid a very sad farewell to our fur baby Cally, and we are heartbroken.

We had her for eight wonderful years. She was an absolute delight and from the first day, had us wound around her little puppy paw. For almost all of her eight years, she slept on “Grandma’s” bed each night – oh how I will miss that and being woken in the morning with a doggy kiss.

A month ago,  her big cat brother, Napoleon, Napoleon 2
passed away from diabetes. (you can read about their story here Just So You Remember – I’m the Boss )  During the following week, Cally went suddenly, and completely blind. That, and not being able to find and snuggle with her big brother confused her. Because the blindness was so sudden, the vet believes she had developed a tumor.  She began to stagger sideways when she walked and it wasn’t long before she needed pain medication and cortisone to get through her day. After three days on cortisone, she rallied and apart from the blindness, managed to navigate around the house and yard.

Two days ago, she relapsed again and the staggering returned with a vengeance.  This time, the medication didn’t help her pain and my daughter and son-in-law made the hard decision that the time had come to say goodbye.

At approximately 11:20 this morning, Cally crossed over the Rainbow Bridge and is now pain-free.


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Star Light; Star Bright

This story is written for Sunday Photo Fiction. Each Sunday our host, Al Forbes, provides a picture prompt. The challenge is to write an original story or poem of around 200 words inspired by the prompt.

To read the other stories written by group members, just click on the little blue frog in the blue box.Glasses of wineSarah Jordan felt her stomach tighten as she saw what none of the other crew members saw…the contents of the wine glasses slowly tilting. The movement was so gradual, that no one on board would notice the plane had changed direction.

She casually reached into the overhead compartment and pressed a concealed button to signal the FBI agent sitting in the first row of economy class. Most of the passengers were asleep, and she hoped it would stay that way.

Agent Tom Penbridge pressed up against the wall near the flight deck as Sarah called through to the captain. “Captain Elgen, we have a situation that needs your attention.”

There was a moment’s silence before the captain responded. “Okay, I’ll be right there.”

The door to the flight deck opened, and as Captain Elgen stepped through, he found the cabin floor rushing up to meet him.

Agent Penbridge snapped a bracelet on the captain and activated the transfer beam. A slight shimmer surrounded the captain as he vanished.

Sarah exhaled slowly as she watched the contents of the wine glasses level once more and prayed the captain was the only terrorist on the plane.

In a seat next to the window, six-year-old Kyle Garrick grinned and nudged his father as he saw a small flash of light off to the left of the plane, “Look Daddy, a shooting star.”

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Story a Day – Classic Story Starter

The Prompt for Story a Day was: Begin your story with the line: “Huh!” He said. “I never would have thought that would fit in there…”

© Passiflora70 | - Shoe giant and little man

© Passiflora70 | – Shoe giant and little man

The Legend of Bigfoot.

“Huh!” He said. “I never would have thought that would fit in there…”

Jennifer laughed. “You have no idea just how well it fits. I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.”

Mike shuddered as George went flying through the air. “You’re one formidable woman.”

“You’d be wise to remember that, Mike, dear,” she said running a fingernail under his chin. “I enjoy working with you, I’d hate anything to change that.”

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Story a Day – Story behind the Picture

The Prompt for day 18 of Story a Day is “Write the story behind the picture.”
You can pick a favorite picture, or use one of the pictures linked to the prompt. I’ve chosen one of the provided pictures.

Story a Day - Wurlitzer ad artSarah watched as Marcus and Eloise danced together. Her heart swelled as she saw how happy he was. Ever since Marcus lost his wife Helen, he’d been in a world of misery and pain.

She began to see a slight change in him when his little daughter Penny came home after six months in hospital, and he threw himself into making her happy. She still worried about him and often found him sitting in the dark after Penny went to bed.

And then Eloise came into their lives. She was the district nurse who visited twice a week to make sure Penny’s recovery was progressing. The little girl fell in love with her, and it wasn’t many months before Marcus began to smile again.

Sarah knew Helen would remain in their hearts, and she would always miss her younger sister, but seeing Marcus and little Penny so happy was enough for her.


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Story a Day – Inspired by Real Events

Today’s Story a Day prompt is, write a story ripped from the headlines, or a “duck on a skateboard” moment, which is what newspapers call a quirky story that was “also in the news. “

This was an easy one. About twenty years ago, I read a newspaper article that was definitely quirky. I cut it out and put it in a file for future reference, but alas, most of my writing idea files have been lost during several moves. My story for today’s prompt is based on that article titled “It’s a Real Cloak and Dagger Affair”

(c) Felix Mizioznikov -

(c) Felix Mizioznikov –

“Aunt Agatha wont be pleased when she receives the wedding invitation.” Thomas Dagger grinned as he kissed his wife.

“Darling, nothing pleases your Aunt,” she looked up from sealing the final envelope. “But this is James and Emily’s wedding, and whether or not she approves, or even likes the idea of a themed wedding is irrelevant.”

They both turned as the young couple in question charged into the room laughing and brandishing plastic handguns. They chased one another around the room, ducking behind chairs, and tables and the curtains.

“You’ll never escape from me, you blaggard!” Emily threw a cushion as James ducked behind his parents.

“You’ll never catch me you…you Mataharry, you.” James caught the pillow and threw it straight back.

Emily collapsed on the lounge laughing. “James, it’s Mata Hari, not Mataharry.”

“Some spy you’d make, James my boy,” said his father, picking up a fallen chair.

James threw himself down on the lounge next to Emily. “This wedding will be an absolute hoot, darling.”

“I bet no one has ever had a spy themed wedding before.”

James pulled her into his arms and kissed her. “Well, I don’t think there are too many engaged couples whose real names are Cloak and Dagger.”

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Story a Day – Write a Twitter Length Story

Today’s Story a Day in May is not be as quick as you think it might be, but it’s still a great way to hone your writing skills, especially when you’re trying to stick to a specific word count.

The prompt:  Write a Twitter story that fits into only 140 characters.

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© Andrius Repsys –

I’m a singer—was a singer.

My mother always said, “The early bird catches the worm.”

She was right. This one dropped off a branch into my throat and now it’s stuck there.

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Story a Day – Rewrite First Person Story from Last Week

Today’s prompt for StoryADay  is “rewrite your first person story from last week.”  Oh great, thanks Julie, as if I didn’t have enough trouble with the first person version.

© Mike Heywood |

© Mike Heywood |

Landebert du Bosc-Roard looked down from the upper floor balcony to the courtyard where Japheth Houndstooth languished in stocks.

“So tell me Lord Bosc-Roard, what did Japheth Houndstooth do to earn your wrath?” the reporter from the Bosworth Herald asked.

Bosc-Roard turned and gave him a bland smile. “Japheth Houndstooth has a reputation in the village for being something of a teller of tall tales and the perpetrator of April day fool’s tricks, even when it isn’t the appropriate day.”

“But surely, a few tricks won’t harm anyone.”

“Sadly, some of Bosc-Roard’s pranks caused no little consternation—like the time he hung the blacksmith upside down after nailing his boots to the rafters. The poor man fell out of his boots headfirst into his water barrel and almost drowned. Or when he tried to heat his tankard of Malmsey over a dozen candles in the tavern—the tavern burnt down.”

“But surely that is between the village and Japheth and should not involve you, my lord.’

“Perhaps, but when the man tried to seduce my wife, my patience ran out.” Bosc-Roard stared down into the courtyard again. “This is a matter of honour. It will not harm him to suffer a few indignities.”  He clapped the reporter on the shoulder, “and imagine the tales the fool will tell when his time in the stocks ends. He has the ability to spin anything into a tale of daring-do where he is the ultimate hero.”

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