Lady J's Fiction Festival

Sorry Grandad – Lady J’s Fiction Festival

This is my first attempt at a short fiction post for Lady J’s Fiction Fesitval – I’ve chosen the topic “A story/poem based on one of your five senses (or a sixth sense)”. I don’t know where the story came from, it just kind of fell out of me onto the page. I hope you like it.

Isn’t it funny how a smell can remind you of so many things? The smell of creosote drags me back to a time before I was even old enough for school and used to spend time following my Grandad around, in and out of his shed that he meticulously sealed with the pungent, sticky liquid at least twice a year.

I try now to conjour that smell, a desperate attempt to force my mind to think of happier periods of my life, when things weren’t so complicated. It’s no use of course, the smell of fumes, fast food, cheap perfume and my plastic coat overwhelming my senses, blocking my path to reminiscence. If only life was as full of sunshine as it was then.


My hero. His hands smelled of the tomatoes and mint that he grew in his garden. The peas that we’d shell together at the kitchen sink on a Sunday afternoon. He used Old Spice, but it never smelled cloying or tacky on him like it seemed to on everyone else. It smelled rich, mingling with the natural scent of his skin, the combination like nothing my olfactory sense has encountered since.

If only I’d listened to him, I may not be in this mess.

My life couldn’t be farther from the innocence of my time with my Grandad, the organic vegetables and organic parenting methods he employed. But grandparents aren’t around forever. And when they go, all we’re left with are our dreams and our spirit, both if which can let us down if we allow them to lead us to the wrong places.

The big city. The bright lights. The drugs. The people we thought we could trust.

A car slows down, creeps past. A siren sounds in the distance and the driver speeds up. He’s not stupid, he knows the drill.

I bet he’s married.

Eventually someone stops, beckons me over. I get into the car, we talk money, we drive around the corner to the place I always take them. Just enough light from the streetlamps above the industrial shutters on the service entrance to the shops that I feel a false sense of security, but not so much that we can be seen.

He pays me.

He’s wearing Old Spice.

The smell makes the bile rise in my throat.

I wish I had a house, a husband, a shed that smelled of creosote.

It’s over in a flash. As I get out of the car, I mumble something before walking off into the night. He doesn’t hear me, asks me to repeat myself as I slam the door shut. I say it again as I walk away, the same thing I say every time;

“Sorry Grandad”.

Lady J's Fiction Festival

Lady J’s Fiction Festival – Week One Link Up

So, here goes, the first official linky for Lady J’s Fiction Festival. I’ll be posting my own attempt at fiction later, be kind to me!

If you’re linking up, don’t forget to go and read all of the other entries and most importantly leave plenty of comment love. From the tweets and facebook comments I’ve had, I’m guessing you’re all as scared as me about putting your fiction out there, so  bit of encouragement for everyone would be great.

Also, don’t forget to add the button to the bottom of your posts so everyone knows where to go to read all of the entries.

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Lady J's Fiction Festival

Lady J’s Fiction Festival – Week One

Here’s the first list of topics for you to choose from:

  1. You meet a version of yourself from an alternate universe.
  2. 48 hours since your country was invaded – how are you surviving?
  3. Zombie apocalypse.
  4. Love at first sight.
  5. A story with a twist.
  6. A story/poem based on one of your five senses (or a sixth sense)

1. Once a fortnight, I’ll post a list of topics on my blog. I’ll make them as diverse as I can so you have plenty to choose from.

2. You choose a topic and go away and write a FICTIONAL story about it. Nothing like your usual blog posts. It doesn’t matter if it’s a kids’ story, a Sci-Fi short, a Romantic tale, as long as it’s fiction.

3. Once you’ve written the post, come back here, link your post up and read all of the other offerings, leaving lots of lovely supportive comments.

 There’s a lovely little badge that you can nick and place at the bottom of your post so that all of your regular readers will know that it’s part of a link up and can go and read lots of other posts too.

Now, go and write a post and put it on your blog next Friday and then come back here and link up. Simple!

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Around the World in 80 Words – Southend on Sea

My lovely Husband left this as a comment on my Around the World in 80 Words and I just think it’s miles too good to remain a comment, it deserves it’s very own post and entry into SAHD and Proud’s linky!

Wet. Miserable. Grey skies make me feel claustrophobic and the kids hocking up grollies outside the chippy add to the overall feeling of winter misery. I trudge down to the shops, carefully avoiding the dog shit that clogs up a pavement for which I’m charged a king’s ransom in tax every month. I make my way through the alleyway, across the estate and into the park, careful to avoid the crackheads on the swings. Oh! Southend. I do love thee.

Bloody brilliant!


Around the World in 80 Words

SAHD and Proud has a new Linky up on his blog called ‘Around the World in 80 Words’ and although I’m not the most well-travelled blogger around, I’ve been to some places that have made an indelible mark on my soul. I found it so hard to choose between these places but, ultimately, paradise won. As it often does.

Around the World in 80 Words – The Maldives

Plane, plane, sea plane, boat…we finally set foot onto the island, the white sand literally too hot for our bare feet. August, 2006. Two young people, impetuous and in love. The sea is clear by your feet, graduating into darker hues of blue as it reaches the reef, tiny fish and sharks swim around your ankles. The sun never leaves a place like this. Night time is the darkest of dark, with a billion stars to guide your way. 

I hope I’ve done justice to my favourite place on the planet, although I fear my words will never be enough.