Somebody to love

No no, not The Queen song but my new T shirt.

As you can clearly see, it states that I love someone with autism, it could have actually read that I love all people with autism 😉

But, is it ‘someone’? Or should it be ‘somebody’?

Or does it even matter? Is either OK?

Answer / advice below please.

Thank you.

Bearsy

On a cold, foggy night in November 1959, a group of seven unknown boys knocked on my door. The reason that they were there is not relevant to my story. One of those boys was Bearsy.

From that time on he was my friend. He was always there, somewhere – utterly dependable, and honest.  It was probably inevitable that we should, finally, marry. 

Wednesday morning my Bear collapsed. He was in surgery within three hours – and although there seems to be some improvement, he has not yet regained conciousness. 

He’s a stubborn b*r, and we all hope that that stubbornness will bring him through.

I have debated whether to post this, but we have been a little ‘community’ for a long time now.

Thank you all. 

March 2012 Short Story Competition

And now for Something Completely Different!!

Below there is a list of questions for you to answer.

On a scrap of paper jot down a few ideas that spring from the questions and try not to look ahead to the next question until you have written your response to the previous one. Give yourself a couple of minutes at least for each question, if you can .

(I will insert picture spacers to help stop your eye jumping to the next Q)

Use the ideas that come from the questions to help you start a story… you can of course remould your answers as your story dictates.

Here goes:

QUESTION 1

Think of a person you know by sight but haven’t met properly. Describe that person – What he or she looks like, maybe their character traits, a favourite colour etc…

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Childhood

I started writing this as a comment on Janus’s post but got a bit carried away. As I did not want to hijack his, (I am considerate that way), I decided to write my own.

I have mentioned that I came from a large family. Living in the Tropics meant that the hours of daylight were fairly constant throughout the year. About 11 hours in winter and 13 hours in summer. In a farming community not a great deal went on after dark, especially during the week. We did not have television at home and so we spent our evenings together talking, reading and playing games. My mum taught us at home until the age of 10 when we were sent off to boarding school. Continue reading “Childhood”