You’d have thought i’d be chomping at the bit to get my story out quickly beings as though I’m convalescing at home; Covid, my ailment, paracetamol, water and Bombay mix my medicine. But, I’ll be honest with you Rochelle, I’m absolutely worn out, everything is a hassle even after walking many many miles on my Cornish Holiday last week; Its amazing how life can turn on a sixpence. Anyway thanks for keeping this thing going and thanks to Penny Gadd for the pastoral photo, lets see if I can shake some life back into my old self.
On My Marks…
Get Set…
GO!!!
I remove my finger-smudged glasses, I can see the opaque verdant lushness of what I assume to be a forest; the type of trees that faces look out from. But I can’t see them.
The water rushes by, babbling over the shallower stretches, offering echoes, resonances I can’t work out. Like the stream is trying to tell me something, but nothing comes to mind.
Days in Isolation were dulling the senses, drifting in and out of consciousness, punctuated by the dog barking at the postman, my daughter coughing, my son shouting at his Xbox.
Covid destroys the creative process.
There we are 100 words on where I am at the moment, with covid, in bed, shit times.
The Count Of North Clifton 
Good effort for a sicko! Maybe you’ve a creative advantage. You know how, as a writer, you sometimes need to imagine that haziness, fogginess – when you live in a world of clarity? Well, today you don’t need to imagine it. Take care x
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Thanks Trish, Ive had really vivid dreams recently so if I could harness that … it just needs me to remember them
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Pushing a nice bowl of chicken soup through the screen for you. Take it easy, Shrawl.
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Thanks so much, sounds like a lovely idea!
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You’re very welcome.
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Hang tough!
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Hope you get better, good story to read..
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“Resonances I can’t work out” is a great line. Get better soon
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If you can’t turn reflective when you’ve got Covid, when can you. I hope you’re having an easier ride than some. Get well soon.
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Sounds like a nightmare at home!
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I feel for you, Sir Shrawls. For one who is sick, you did manage to churn this one out rather well.
Feel better soon!
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Thanks Dale, always appreciated. I seem to have fallen behind on the reading business of late, I need to sort it out
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So have I! I just looked and I’ve got 13 left to read! (Well, I think. Those who don’t participate, I ignore…)
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Aw feel better! I had the ‘vid a few months back. Just rest and drink brorh and water all day. Did you lose your smell and taste?
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No I haven’t, my nose has always been a bit stuffy anyway, but Mrs T cant smell or taste anything ate the moment, hopefully that will pass as we’ve got a taster session at a michelin star restaurant booked up for December sometime!
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I had covid at the end of March. My smell and taste came back after about two and a half week, although my sense of smell has not 100% come back. I don’t mind because I was always too aware of bad smells. She should be fine by December.
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You did well! I’m pleased you use a bold font as I read it socially distanced from my screen to avoid you passing it on to me!
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Dear Shrawley,
I’m so sorry to hear of your illness. You certainly turned it into a well written story. Sending healing vibes your way.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks Rochelle, feeling much better now…
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Great take on the prompt. Hope you are feeling much better by now.
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Son shouting at the X box is a nice touch. Mummy seems too sick to care. Great job with the story. I’m glad you have the energy. There needs to be a “I’ve battled COVID” gold star.
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Well a star, but maybe not gold!
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I hope you have a speedy recovery. Covid destroys a lot more but in your case it did not destroy the creative process.
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Thank you
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well done Dom .. life in the dog does not diminish .. keep up the good work
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Hi Minister
What a terrific take on the prompt! “The water rushes by, babbling over the shallower stretches, offering echoes, resonances I can’t work out. Like the stream is trying to tell me something, but nothing comes to mind.” That’s exactly what the river in the photograph is like!
With very best wishes for a full and quick recovery,
Penny
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Wow Penny, thanks for that, it came to me in a shower of golden sunbeams dancing on the dappled gurgling bumpy water. You know when you look at the picture and can only describe what it is rather than come up with a story, and yet the story is the description. Feeling a lot better now thank you!
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Sometimes, reality is better than fiction.
Nicely unfolding tale of a timely subject.
Be well soon … Stay Safe 😷
Isadora 😎
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