I’m having great trouble accessing other blogs and leaving comments today, so please bear with me. If I don’t leave a comment or a reply it’s because I can’t.
This is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales prompt.
She had always wanted to dance barefoot in the rain, and the tennis courts were invitingly empty just after the storm.
The light rain felt soothing to her skin after the great heat and she twirled languidly, imagining herself a courtisane hoping to catch the attention of a noble or perhaps the king himself.
She was sure the voices she heard were in French, a language she didn’t know, but she tried her best to reply politely and was curtseying low when the nurses spotted her and hurried over to get her back inside.
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Good post.. Are your comments disappearing.. When you comment on other sites..
Thanks! Comments even disappear half the time from my own site!
Place a comment on my site.. Say anything.. Let me check if Akismet is the culprit.. The last two weeks for me.. Were hell.. Same problem.. Turns out Akismet was doing it..
I’ll see if I can post on your site. Often the comment just won’t post.
Post a comment and tell me by replying to this comment.. My notification panel will tell me.. If it is not showing i will check my folders and will tell you..
Just posted a comment, then left a second one to say—It worked! And it didn’t post. Maybe it will later.
I got your first comment..and i replied.. The second one is not showing in any of the folders.. Strange..
The wheels turn and turn, but nothing happens.
What are your Akismet stats..
The usual. 94 in the queue, 2 not spam, the rest, rubbish.
So lovely. Beautifully written! 🙂
Thank you!
Reblogged this on Die Erste Eslarner Zeitung – Aus und über Eslarn, sowie die bayerisch-tschechische Region!.
Thanks!
Really wonderful written. Where you always find the right words? 😉
Thanks Michael 🙂 It’s just the way of looking at anything. It’s different for all of us.
Hello Jane, really! This i why i can not always find the words i need. Have a nice day and rest of the week. 😉 Michael
You too! Remember that your vision is unique, you just have to learn how to look. The words to explain it will come of their own accord.
Imagining herself to a courtesan trying to woo the royalty is a very different take on the prompt. Perhaps she is remembering the traces of her previous life……
http://ideasolsi65.blogspot.in/2017/07/dance.html
Remembering a life she thinks she would have liked perhaps.
Sorry, but I still can’t leave a comment on your blog 😦
Nooo! It was almost a beautiful snapshot of a dream… but no she had to be in an institution. I love your writings you know I do but do you think you will do a fluffy sparkly happy ever after? Answers on a postcard… i love postcards.
I’ll write a special happy ever after postcard just for you, Ellen, just as soon as I can post. Can’t do anything at the moment except answer these comments.
Well i am pkeased you can do that. Happy weekend Jane.
And you 🙂
I love knowing, i will never be not surprised with a virtual friend like you around. When you coming to blighty I would love to have you come and sip tea by the well in our house in Suffolk? Good food and fair words…
Something I imagine often is the party I would love to throw with all you virtual besties. (geddit?) I’d love to sip tea round a well in Suffolk, but never go to Blighty. The diaspora has moved on and we’re all over the place now. You’ll have to come here. I’ll let you know when we get there 🙂
Have motorhome often tootling. It could be done.
Do you think you’d have room to bring a few more guests? We’ve got a tent, and a field to put it in…
You won’t need any more than me and the husband, he has stories of his adventures that could fill a week, He is a superb cook as well. I just never shut up so if we came with an entourage I wouldn’t get a look in.
Point taken. A superb cook sounds very tempting…
He also builds, repairs and makes almost anything. He also slowly shakes his head and says ‘She writes’ by way of explaining away my secret note taking in closets and toilets when we are out. The other thing I often hear is ‘you’re really not right’ in a very affectionate tone.
What a wicked thing to do! I’d never think of taking notes while I was out. Maybe your husband’s got a point…
I don’t believe you, you write all writery people do… it is expected.😘
I can’t read my handwriting.
Do you whisper into a recording device instead?
I sometimes talk to myself and hope I remember the conversation.
See i knew if i pushed you would admit it! 🍻
That’s why many of my stories end on a cliffhanger—I can’t remember how they were supposed to end 🙂
Phwaaa! *spits tea* ‘sorry love’ *WIPES HUSBANDS FACE*
Apologise for me too 🙂
I already did, it was obviously your fault 😉 have a great day Jane.
It’s going to be a noisy one. Fête Nationale oblige.
Nice! I was caught off guard by the ending. Loved it.
She looks completely batty to me, but obviously not everyone sees the image the same way 🙂