This month Mr B and I are taking part in #BlogFlash2012, run by Terri Giuliano Long, and – every Friday – #FlashFiveFriday at The Indie Exchange.
The idea behind #BlogFlash2012 is simple: 30 Days, 30 Prompts, 30 Posts. Every day there’s a new visual prompt and you have to produce 50-100 words on the theme. The beauty of it is, you can produce anything from a simple anecdote to a piece of flash fiction.
There’s also a Facebook page so you can follow along and swap links.
I am also taking part in NaBloPoMo August.
#BlogFlash2012: #21 Night
I prefer night to day. Not only do I work better at night, I’m not an early bird but a night owl, I imagine sprawling cities such as New York and Tokyo and compare them by day and by night. There is something more beautiful in our architecture when it is lit up against the night sky.
The cosmos competes well with the glittering stars of course but a city illuminated and rich in colour is always a tremendous sight to behold. A symbol of what we are capable of as a species.
I cannot sleep at night right now.
I was never a great sleeper but thankfully now I can sleep – just not at night. As it begins to lighten, I start to relax, ready for sleep at around 5-6 a.m. I think it’s since our hideous neighbours arrived. Knowing that Mr B will be ever vigilant during the day, perhaps I feel it is my duty to take the night watch and keep an ear out. As the sun rises, I relinquish my hold on my tension and trust in Mr B to keep us safe.
I miss sleeping at night. I miss mornings with my husband. I miss feeling safe.
Talk about your home, sweet home.
How appropriate to get this prompt today because – as you’ll see from my entry for ‘night’ above – my home feels far from sweet these days. Noisy neighbours have turned our sweet safe haven into a frustrating box to sleep in. Visiting my mum the other day, I realised how quiet it was. No loud music, no banging so ferocious that doors in our own cabinets rattle. My cats, once settled and happy, now seem anxious and edgy. I wonder if it is time to look for a new home, sweet home. For now we hope that they will find a new stomping ground…