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Thoughts and Tales…A Lifestyle Blog with a Zing.
He always ran so fast that everyone marvelled at the fleetness of his feet.
They all thought he was a champion and admired him.
No one had an inkling that he was trying to outrun the demons that taunted him.
He ran, and ran until he could no longer hear their snarling voices.
Once his steps faltered, they came nipping at his heels; he just had to keep running…
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
“Men love women but, even more than that, men love cars.” Christian Mckay
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It was just interesting to watch the smile and gleam in the eyes of these gentlemen as they admired the ritzy, gleaming red, little ride.
I actually think this red ride is more my thing than theirs. I can see myself in a bigger version to accommodate my ampleness, with the roof down, my scarf and locks flying in the air as I nip about town 😉
Well, let’s keep that thought in my mind’s eye for now.
Below is my first just published Poetry Book “Out of the silent breath” which is available on Amazon and Smashwords.
When you buy my book, you support me in an invaluable manner.
From the very first poem, “Dreams,” this book captivates with passionate and perceptive words. Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha captures a broad expanse of the human experience in this book of richly layered poems.
I’ll take the admiration lenses off humans and turn it to the dogs. In this instance, it’s literally gone to the dogs.
Dogs are such intelligent, warm, loving and loyal creatures. They make good friends and listeners too.
I could write a long story, but I’ll just leave a few of my dog-watching pictures where two dogs are admiring each other 🙂
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© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Admiration, The Daily Post Photo Prompt
“No I don’t think it is a jilted lover!”
“I don’t have any lover!” Sally declared with an embarrassed look flooding her cheeks.
Sheesh! I came here to make a report, not to have an autopsy of my celibacy, she thinks.
“No it’s not a mad, jealous wife out to scare the Bejesus out of me.” “I just said that I don’t have a lover.” She reiterated.
“Family? They are hundreds of miles away.”
“I doubt if my brother will leave his wife and kids and drive up hundreds of miles everyday to leave flowers at my door and disappear.”
“My mum doesn’t get around that much due to her hip problem.” She wasn’t even sure that the officer was paying attention.
After the thousand and one questions and answers the officer said:
“Well Ma’am, we don’t have enough information to go out on.”
He tried to keep a straight face and not show his boredom. There were serious attacks all over the city and the little Miss here complains about an over zealous admirer sending her too many flowers and expecting a patrol to go out on a limb to catch the flower stalker and to hold her hands.
“Just keep your eyes open and your doors safely locked, he advised.” His tone bearing a dismissal note.
Irritated at the condescending attitude of the police officer, Sally left and decided to take some precautions.
She purchased a can of mace, a bowl, some milk, tuna and a can of soup for dinner.
Her new stray cat would require a bowl.
Deep in thought she made her way home.
There he was yet again, the neighbour across the street. In his little shorts, bare chest and the beach towel slung around his neck, puffing away on the patio.
She pointedly kept a straight face and tried to ignore his low whistle of admiration.
Does he do something else with his life? She pondered to herself.
Up the apartments quiet flight of stairs and as sure as gold, there it was. Yet another bouquet, but no longer did the message sound like the previous ones.
This time around it’s cut out alphabets read:
Now I have got you! Now am gonna eat you!
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
The link for the first part of this post is here
The Daily Post prompt An odd trio.
Today, you can write about whatever you what — but your post must include, in whatever role you see fit, a cat, a bowl of soup, and a beach towel.
Intense look from his eyes caused Brigitte to peek over her shoulders. No one there, except the wall.
“The gentleman from the symposium.” “Of course, it couldn’t be me that he is admiring.” “No one notices wallflowers or do they?”
Mama despairs that she would be left on the shelf.
”Don’t slouch Brigitte!” ”Wear a smile, you shouldn’t scowl so much!”
Auntie Agatha tut-tutted at her bumbling attempts at playing the piano, violin or knitting.
”Don’t frighten off possibilities with too much knowledge of tomes, ruins, horses and butterflies.”
”Men do not appreciate too much intelligence her sage counsel.”
Tired of no dance, a breath of fresh air is required. A flitting moth of unusual colour catches her eyes and she ventures to discover; new addition to my glossary she thinks.
Over voluminous skirts she trips into the Rose bush.
Strong arms encircle to help her up as she mouths her thanks into intense gray eyes.
Unwittingly, she has captured her own Tiger butterfly.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
In response to the FFfAW photo prompt above. Thank you TJParis for the photo and Priceless Joy for this challenge platform.
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