Share Your World – Week 39

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I have been meaning to participate in this weekly meme from Cee’s Photography and just never got around to it. Today is the day.

It is especially welcome to have such a meme as a post today because having just arrived home from work, I needed something to stimulate creativity.

If you want to see more responses to these questions, go on over to Cee’s Photography – just click here.

Did you ever get lost?

I must admit that I seldom get lost. With regards to directions, I am able to go to a place once and the route will be imprinted in my memory. When looking at map books (yes, I do prefer them to GPS devices because I like to look at the big picture) or following written directions I visualise the route in my mind before getting into the car. If I have not travelled a part of it then I memorise the turns, left here, right at this road. This gets me to my destination every time.

Who was your best friend in elementary school?

My best friend in elementary school was my next door neighbour, Edelweiss. She is Italian and was two years behind me in school. In spite of that we got on very well. After walking home from school, and after our homework had been done, one of us used to go to the garden wall and call to the other. We played for the rest of the afternoon.

Since the news television season has started in the US, list three favorite TV shows.

The three I have waited for are:

1) The Blacklist – James Spader, need I say more. One of my favourite actors.

2) Bones – how was that Season 2 opening episode? I am still shell shocked!

3) Marvel Agents of Shield – I am a sucker for anything to do with Marvel Comics.

If you were a mouse in your house in the evening, what would you see your family doing?

Taking our time about cooking a meal, eating at 10pm every night, Che and I falling asleep on the couch. No kids you see…

Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

I am grateful for after-dinner cappuccinos around a campfire last Monday night. I am grateful for the public holiday on Wednesday (Heritage Day) where I caught up on much needed sleep. I am grateful for the great bread maker I recently bought – oh what tasty bread it makes!

This week I am looking forward to The Blacklist, blogging every day, and starting my gym fitness program once again.

By the fireside
By the fireside

From Nothing to Nothing

It was dark, overhanging clouds heavy with rain cloaking the days in inky darkness, turning them into night. Thunder crashed overhead signaling a downpour that never came. It had not rained in ten years.

She alighted from the back of the taxi that had come all the way from the city. Her suitcases were unceremoniously dropped to the cobbled pavement. She paid the driver in notes which he gingerly held by their corners as though they were tainted, contagious, of what she did not know.

She pulled her scarlet cloak tighter around her shoulders hoping that the envelope of warmth it afforded her would extend to the people walking past, looking down, not daring to make eye contact with the beautiful and mysterious stranger.

Maybe they were afraid of greeting her, giving them something of themselves, lest she asked for more.

She knew what they were thinking, she could see it in their eyes.

“A woman on her own…”

“Look at the red cloak she is wearing.”

“She’s too beautiful to be a good woman.”

“She’s not like us.”

“I hope she doesn’t cause any trouble.”

And they hurried past, leaving her, standing on the cobbled pavement in front of the station that had not seen a train in ten years.

What they did not know was that she was not lost. She knew this village well, knew its people and the way they thought. That was why she had left, on the last train, ten years ago…leaving behind the insularity of the small village and the insularity of the villagers’ thinking.

Sitting on that last train ten years ago she had made a promise to herself to never return. She ran away, never once looking back, leaving behind…nothing.

Now she was back. She had broken the promise to herself. She was back…to nothing. She was still running away, backwards, towards this village of her birth where she still had nothing.

Nothing save for the scarlet cloak and the two suitcases still on the cobbled pavement where the taxi driver had unceremoniously dropped them.

A clap of thunder had her looking up at the inky heavens. Memories of the past crashed into her, jolting her body much like a flash of lightning jolts even the strongest tree. Trembling she  raised her hand to her wet cheeks wanting to wipe away tears only to find them dry.

In confusion she looked down and saw the drops of rain starting to wet the cobbled pavement, landing on her face, sliding down her scarlet cloak to form a scarlet pool at her feet.

WordPress weekly writing challenge: ForeshadowThis week, we want you to toy with your readers’ emotions and try your hand at foreshadow. Click here to read other bloggers' interpretation of this week's theme.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Nighttime – In the Harbour

I do not like taking photos in low-light situations because it takes skill (which I do not yet have) and often have to fall back to flash (which I do not like). So I do not often venture into Nighttime photography.

One exception is where there is a lot of ambient or reflected light around, as was the case with the photos for this week’s challenge. Cape Town is one of my favourite places on earth and the Victoria and Alfred Waterfront provides many opportunities for photography.

The V&A Waterfront is a working harbour, as well as being a huge entertainment, lifestyle and residential space thus making it one of the city’s major tourist attractions. Apartments go for many millions of rands.

These photos show all of these dimensions, the lit up residential units providing a domestic backdrop to the huge cranes and ships. There is lots of reflected light providing pockets of yellowish glow to the whole scene.

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Ready, Set, Done

WordPress's daily promptToday, write about anything — but you must write for exactly ten minutes, no more, no less.

When I was a child I wanted to be a teacher. After school I enrolled for a teaching degree at university. On the first day, I walked into the Pedagogics class, turned on my heel and walked right out again. It didn’t take me long to realise that it was so dry that I’d need to drink copious amounts of alcohol to make it through three years. Because it was still the first week and subjects could be exchanged for others, I decided to switch to Latin instead! Ok, so you know what I did next don’t you? I walked into the Latin class, turned on my heel and walked right out again. It didn’t take me long to realise that it was so dry that I’d need to drink copious amounts of alcohol to make it through three years of it. So it being the first week I switched to Law…it took me six months to realise that it was as dry as the previous two subjects but by then it was too late to switch. I made it through one year of Law.  And there was alcohol. It was the law of Persons and the Family and the textbook was Boberg. I was star struck when he delivered some of the lectures. I loved reading about the cases, it seemed like a soap opera to me, but when it came to memorising the statutes…well, that was another thing altogether! In my second year I switched tracks altogether.  Ten minutes are up. Over and out. Done.

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