But first here is my 100 word story for Friday Fictioneers prompted by this photograph on Rochelle's blog - follow the link on my blog list. I have used the letter D as often as I can!
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DUST
Delilah choked on bile and hatred. It was his sneaking into her room at night that had to stop. Her fist tightened on a knife, but she didn’t want to spend the dregs of her youth in jail.
When he went out, locking the door behind him, she phoned Darren. “Put a mattress in the pickup tonight – I’m going to jump.”
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The expanse of empty land makes our little car look very lonely
Even Tigger wouldn't eat the Barbed Wire plant
And another D = DANCING
Many groups of native Canarians keep alive the traditional country dances. Once a month a group with its band and singers dances through the streets of our nearest small town and ends with a wonderful display on the Rambla accompanied by traditional instruments and songs.
As long as the children continue to learn the songs and dances the tradition will continue - and I have seen toddlers in infant schools performing the simpler routines.
If you've got this far down, please leave a comment and thanks for reading.
