First Concert

First Concert

Friday Fiction with Ronovan Writes Prompt Challenge #24-A Concert/AStoryADay May 2016

Ready for a stern lecture on why they should not be going to a concert, especially seen the security threat of the moment, Abby and Ginny were sitting on the sofa. Their dad sat down on the coffee table and looked into the eyes of his fully grown but not yet adult twin daughters.

“A concert you say?”

“Yes!” They answered in unison.  Continue reading “First Concert”

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In The Attic

“Where are you?” little Mike called out, no longer motivated to play hide and seek, reluctantly he climbed up the ladder to the attic. His older sister would surely not be hiding up there in the haunted place?
“Where are you?” little Mike called out again. “I give up you know, I no longer want to search for you Lisa!”

Still there was no reply. “Are you in the attic?” Continue reading “In The Attic”

Of Finding Oneself

Of Finding Oneself

Adansonia gregorii or boab tree, Ronovan WritesAnja closed her eyes. There was just too much going on. Her manager had been stern with her minutes earlier as she had not finished her presentation on time, could he not understand? There was too much going on today. Anja could hear every siren, every striking break and every honking horn in the street below. She could not concentrate on her work.

With her eyes closed she tried to slow down her thoughts, shut out the noise. She drew a deep breath.

Suddenly, she heard nothing. Not the ringing of the phone, not the laughing of her colleagues, none of the sounds that had driven her nuts all morning. Anja felt inner peace, her thoughts were no longer racing in disorder, her stress had evaporated. Continue reading “Of Finding Oneself”