Morning folks, and devotees, i’ve had a couple of weeks off due to the sporadic nature of my existence, being 50 doesn’t get any easier, thank goodness theres a constant in the form of Rochelle keeping this balloon inflated. So a story in 100 words with a beginning, a middle and an end based on the wonderful shot which is taken today by Carole Erdman-Grant, so here we are.
On My Marks…
Get Set…
GO!!!
“Boom Boom Boom Boom, it’s time to bring on the rush…”
My jaw won’t stop juddering, my hands flexing, there’s a bastard behind my eyes, controlling my vision, and I’m finding it hard to talk, “Waaaaahhhhooooo” Nothing makes any sense. The repetitive beats; relentless, a mate offers me a blag of poppers.
The music’s relentless; over and over…
“This place looks fun”
The colours, the murals, where are the windows, the people? Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom.
“This place looks fun”
“Come on Tom, time to go” gestures the nurse, as I roll back up the ramp, back to…
Can’t remember
There we are, 100 words on the subject of well spent youth and the mental old age which may follow. Its not scientific, I’m not there yet and so could be absolutely fine!!
The Count Of North Clifton 
I hope to have a misspent old age
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Perhaps one too many illicit substances ingested…
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was meant to be written as old age imitating younger life, with repetition being the main theme, not quite there, but it reads ok…
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Aww my ears. I feel for the protagonist.
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Dear Shrawley,
I’ve heard it said that if you remember the 60’s you weren’t there. 😉
Shalom,
Rochelle
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For me it’s the late 80’s and 90’s! And maybe a little bit of the ‘00’s!!!
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Poor old Tom.He’s reliving some wild times there. I wonder what they’re putting in his medication.
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Those were the days my friend, I hope I never forget them, oh yes those were the days!
Here’s mine!
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Shrawl, you’ve got early onset of dementia at 50. I got a chuckle out of your story. Sounds like he had fun, even if not in this reality.
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No I hope I haven’t, but being 50 has really sharpened the mood to the travails ahead, its a bloody nightmare!!
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