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Locomotion…Mundane Monday

Mundane Monday challenge is created to find beauty in almost everything.

The challenge is simple. Find beauty in everyday mundane things, capture the beauty and upload the photographs.

Bicycle, Slippers, photograph, locomotion

 

When I saw the bicycle nicely tethered to the rail of the foot bridge and the slippers – sadly I didn’t see the owner – all that came to my mind was the word ‘locomotion.’

Assuming both items belong to the same person, he obviously wears the slippers to cycle on his bicycle from place to place, but he left both behind and probably wandered off barefoot. Who knows?

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Old, New, Battered and Worn – Wordless Wednesday.

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Slippers[1]

out-of-the-silent-breath 2

 

The numbers…

Door[1]

The words Jen read startled her. The spidery handwriting indicated that the writer had struggled while writing.

“If you are reading this letter, thank you for finding me. It means that my time here is over and I am sorry that you are unfortunately saddled with the responsibility of laying me to rest. The money inside the envelope is some money set aside for my cremation. I don’t want to be buried in a box for I have lived buried for far too long inside one and would like my ashes to be scattered across the Seas so that it can float free. I loved the sea as a young girl.”

She wasn’t sure if she should simply put the letter back as she found it – back in the envelope marked ‘URGENT PLEASE READ’ and propped on the empty vase on the dust covered table. She could go away with the pie she had brought along and no one would know that she had visited, but her curious interest had been thoroughly aroused.

Everything about the little house down the cul-de-sac was intriguing. A pair of nondescript eyes in glasses always stared out of the window when she took her brisk jog in the evenings, until a week ago when she stopped seeing or feeling the eyes; the bold numbers on the intricately designed door were unusual since no other house in the area had such numbers and none of the neighbours she interacted with since her move to the neighbourhood knew anything about the person living behind the door.

Decision and justification made, she baked and went visiting. She reasoned that it was the neighbourly thing to do. To fraternize with those living close to you a little bit, especially if you are going to be living there permanently.

Her gentle rap on the door found it slightly ajar and she stepped in cautiously, repeatedly saying hello, to no response.

Jen’s eyes quickly took in the sparse furnishing, an implacable, unpleasant odour hitting her nostrils and sending alarm bells to her senses that something wasn’t right and to get away fast, but her piqued mind sent her walking down the short passage which led to the rooms.

The design of the bungalow was familiar since it’s shaped like hers but both houses were sharply different. Where her’s wore a cheerful, homey and inviting look, the atmosphere of this one was forlorn and tired. The drapes were worn with age, the wallpaper lifting at the corners, the dirty rug gave off a musty smell that mingled with the other smell that only grew stronger with each step.

A body laid on the bed in the second room as though in deep, peaceful sleep but the pungent smell of death belied it’s appearance. Rushing out of the house into the street for fresh air, Jen dialed the police.

Providing all the information that she could muster when they arrived, she watched with saddened interest as the men from EMS respectfully wrapped the frail body of an old lady in a body bag. Spying the numbers that was crudely branded on the inner part of her left arm which was so thin that her skin was almost translucent, Jen recognized that the numbers on the arm matched the numbers on the door.

What did it they represent? Who is the lady? What was her story? These questions raced through her thoughts and she wished she had followed her prying mind to seek the eye’s in the window earlier.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

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Out of the silent breath

 

 

Curiosity…Every day beautiful people #54

CURIOSITY. “Millions saw the apple fall, but Newton asked why.” Bernard Baruch

Curious[1]

The desire to know arouses the interest of discovery. He kept peering closely at me as I fiddled with my camera, keeping me company for a lil’ bit while I explained what I was doing to him.

I told him that I was equally as curious as he is 🙂

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Below is my first 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.

Out of the silent breath

Mesmerize me with the harmonious flow of your words,

that drops from your pale glossy lips.

That I may drink in each syllable,

to nourish and satisfy the deep yearn within.

What’s in the bag?..

Mundane Monday challenge is created to find beauty in almost everything.

The challenge is simple : find beauty in everyday mundane things, capture the beauty and upload the photographs.

Bag[1]

Found on an offbeat track, it was sheer will that made me resist untieing the bag to see what was inside, but I couldn’t resist stepping on it with my trainers on my feet to get a feel. Was soft and squishy, heightened my sense of curiousity.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha