From my "K" entry in the 2013 AtoZ Challenge: In the world of this blogger there are two of them: a writer of genius, who died in 1924, wrote The Trial, The Castle, The Metamorphosis and a host of stories and plays, and Nakata “Kafka” Tamura, hero of “Kafka on the Shore”, the novel by Haruki Murakami. Franz Kafka, … Continue reading Kafka #AtoZAprilChallenge
Writers’s Wednesdays
Elementary #AtoZAprilChallenge
"Elementary, my dear Watson" as the great detective Sherlock Holmes once told his hapless companion. But this is not the whole truth! This entry in Wikipedia seems to establish the historical fact: The phrase "Elementary, my dear Watson" is never uttered by Holmes in the sixty stories written by Conan Doyle. He often observes … Continue reading Elementary #AtoZAprilChallenge
#VisDare130 Possibility
You came, in this infinite solitude, on the edge of the lake. Last night I fetched you from the small town: you were dead tired, I had to carry you to your room. And this morning, early, I saw you, standing in the silence, the calm, icy water half way to your knees, the black shawl over your shoulder. … Continue reading #VisDare130 Possibility
Nerve #TheDailyPost #WritersWednesday
Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. We have known each other for many years. Perhaps we don't see as much of each other as we'd like to, but every time is sheer pleasure. Her sense of humour is overwhelming, I never laugh as much as during our face to face chats. … Continue reading Nerve #TheDailyPost #WritersWednesday
Envy #TheDailyPost
Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. The fools, if only they knew! As we run along the path, near the canal, early in our morning routine, I see them, their eyes on you, on the golden girl, sometime on me... I can read their puzzled minds, jealous, tortured to see … Continue reading Envy #TheDailyPost
Object #TheDailyPost
Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. Passers-by in the rain in a mist of thoughts, faces forlorn no-one knows how long, how long waiting for you to vanish never to see your beloved face again. Image: Little Penthouse, 1931. Martin Lewis. Drypoint, via kafkasapartment
Devious #VisDare 128
It's a long story, a kind of one hundred years war, that cannot be won, and yet we keep on fighting... You were already there, in the old class room, in the heart of winter, as our teacher was telling us about the Middle Ages, and, about you, the ever present, maleficent fallen angel. You … Continue reading Devious #VisDare 128
#VisDare 127: Snoop
It was late, we were alone in the last train. Patiently I watched you as you checked your messages: I admired the way you kept going, as if everything was normal. We were going home, I knew you'd attempt to make peace, perhaps more. I was a little bemused, hesitant maybe, after all, soon I … Continue reading #VisDare 127: Snoop
#VisDare 125: Candid
You always like to show me the way, in this luminous, sharp clarity that is the signature of your kind. I have to admit that I would not do without the light, even when, often, what you show me is a little frightening. I know, as you would say, were you not abiding by … Continue reading #VisDare 125: Candid
#VisDare 124: Unexpected
Mum knew you were on duty, and aimed to surprise you. I know how much you must have waited for those short moments, stolen from the tedium of the day, your little girl appearing, playful, so small... And there you were, my very big daddy, pretending to arrest me. Such laughter! You could never catch … Continue reading #VisDare 124: Unexpected