Hose With a Secret

Pic by Gemma Wiseman
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Friday Flash 55
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The colours of Spring were glowing bright in my garden.
But my eyes were drawn to my neighbour’s driveway just visible through the foliage. Tangled swirls of the hose awkwardly dangled over border rocks.
It wasn’t there yesterday!
I know it wasn’t there yesterday!
The house is a summer holiday house.
And it’s not Summer…yet!
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Do I Know You?

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ At school holiday time, this dog often wanders in to our garden in the Dromana Hills, Mornington Peninsula
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Friday Flash 55
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It was raining again…
Like tears rushing from some fathomless well of loneliness…
My loneliness meant holiday confusion…
After all the clamour of half breakfasts before your flight to work in snarling traffic…
After the daily joy of seeing you return home safe…
Now there is just this hollow moment of staring at a stranger…
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Under Contract

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ neonised in Picnik
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Friday Flash 55
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Too often I feel that I am the postscript in your life.
While you shop around for gambles, I walk the other way.
I pass you in some carpark, but you are too busy marking your determined footsteps to notice.
Remember that I am the one who pays for it all, for better or worse.
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Cannibalistic Waters

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Fisherman at Sorrento Back Beach, Mornington Peninsula
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Friday Flash 55
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Somehow, hordes of wild mouthed waves cavorting to shore are like some crazy reapers, threshing around for choice bruises in the harvest; gathering and dragging them out to oceanic chaos. It’s wise for guilty souls to stay just out of reach on the sands. Fishing is a good way to spend ugly thoughts, ugly memories.
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Last Connections

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ An old phone at Point Nepean - right at the end of the Mornington Peninsula
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Friday Flash 55
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We thought World War II belonged in Dad’s strange, smudgy past.
But a trip to defences at Point Nepean, in the far south of Australia, shattered our crystal reverie.
Here was the spot where he once manned a cannon, watching.
And here was the very phone where he made his last call to Melbourne!
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To Be Or Not To Be...

Pic by Gemma Wiseman
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Friday Flash 55
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They were just venetian slats evenly dissecting a window; a round, sealed, smeared window that somehow looked disturbingly like a porthole.
The view must be a little high because she could just glimpse the top of a power pole.
And tantalising breakfast smells drifted from somewhere below.
Was this her first or last meal here?
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Timothy Remembers

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ A lonely, silent station at Tyabb Art and Craft Village, Mornington Peninsula
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Friday Flash 55
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This was once a place for children to take a ride in fantasy world. Timothy was Thomas the Tank Engine’s friend. Children accepted Timothy and so accepted his regular driver, even the strange, unknown new driver. It had been raining, raining continuously. Slippery tracks and a racing train meant no magic circle from now on.
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Chairs

Pic by Gemma Wiseman
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Friday Flash 55
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The weathered cane chair on the verandah was aging well – peeling and paling. If only his memories could peel and pale. How could someone leave his own wheel chair bound father in a house threatened by rampant bushfire? The moment was too easy. He needed his inheritance urgently. And children had to survive, didn’t they?
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Autumn can be a time to dance...

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Autumn leaves in my garden
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Friday Flash 55
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It was a long time ago. It was late Autumn.
Winter winds blasted last colours from trees.
I remember a little girl in a pretty floral dress, happily dancing barefooted in the leaves, tossing them high.
Nearby was a removal truck.
That was a long time ago!
But I still can dance in Autumn leaves.
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A Blistered Season

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Wintry Dromana beach, Mornington Peninsula
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Friday Flash 55
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Icy waves reached for the melancholic tread of her blistered, naked feet.
Her blood-shot eyes focused on the slithering golden glisten of light knifing the horizon of the bay.
Her numbed mind tuned to a silvered manic cycle of “What if’s”.
Her soul was locked in black regret.
Winning now is not winning for always.
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