Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela ( Read more... )

Small Stone 27 June 2013

James, Nicholas and Mark had spent the afternoon making a den using blankets and the bunkbeds which I was proudly shown around when I got home from work yesterday. All around the mattresses were pinned notices; the traditional "No Girls!", the skull and crossbones accompanied by the ferocious "Enter and you're DEAD" ( Read more... )

Written for trope_bingo - Amnesty
Trope - Snowed-in
Fanfic, no infringement intended!

Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow

The celebrations yesterday had been massive, with a pig in a pit, pumpkin pie everywhere you looked, pineapple in many, oh so many, inappropriate places and, for the Jersey haole, a turkey, cooked especially by Mrs Kalakuau ( Read more... )

Written for trope-bingo and posted in the Amnesty period.
Trope - Strip Poker
Fanfiction, with no infringement intended!

Hey, Princess

It was late, and Danny was tired. Less than an hour ago it had been all rush, rush, rush as he, Steve and Grace had tripped over each other in the hurry to pack up her belongings. A tropical storm was forecast ( Read more... )

Written for trope-bingo and posted in the Amnesty period.
Trope - curtainfic
Fanfiction, with no infringement intended!

Just an Ordinary Day

It’s not an important case, but it intrigues him. It’ll be a blip on the blog, an amusing side note, but it will keep John happy and, as much as he likes to scoff, a happy John is a thing of beauty and a joy ( Read more... )

Small Stone 16 April 2013

Boston Bombing

Wake up. Reach for phone,

see the news on Facebook.

Switch off alarm, flick on the kettle.

Remember.

9.11.2001; bodies leaping

while I sat at work in London.

A plane flying behind the NatWest Tower

toolongtoolongtoolong then

sick relief.

Feed the cats.

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Small Stone 22 March 2013 (slightly tongue in cheek, but only slightly)

Tonight will be a night

for howling at the moon.

It’s not quite full, but the heat

is driving us all slowly mad,

dark under-eye rings unrelieved by sleep.

We’ll howl our frustration to the distant stars

whirling in their galaxies, at the waxing moon,

so serenely ( Read more... )

*waslap - facecloth in Afrikaans

©Jeannie Wallace McKeown


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Hawaii Five-0
No warnings
Fluff!

The celebrations yesterday had been massive, with a pig in a pit, pumpkin pie everywhere you looked, pineapple in many, oh so many, inappropriate places and, for the Jersey haole, a turkey, cooked especially by Mrs Kalakuau. Danny had had to admit that it was excellent, although he threatened with death and ( Read more... )

Small Stone 14.2.13

A colleague’s roses were delivered

while she was out.

I signed for them,

and those of us in,

but without roses,

admired them.

Even more we admired the tenacity

to live thirty years with each other,

to still have the desire to send flowers,

to own a heart to be thrilled by them.

Small Stone 13.2.13

A ( Read more... )