Investigating Lingering Feelings That Lay Just Below The Surface

I was lolloping down the hill to my lovely new job today when I suddenly felt an incredible burst of pain flood my chest and throat and tears started streaming down my face.  I know what had caused it…thoughts of my ex-flatmate.  I think I need to take a break from working on the posts in my drafts folder for now.  Let myself build back up before I carry on working on them.

That’s the only challenge in choosing to write about “stuff” you still have not worked out in your own head and heart quite yet…the investigation and analyses can be a rather unsettling process.

But it’s alright…we will just shelve him for a while.

Very lovely blogger   the britchy one  the britchy one  took the time to send some very kind comments in response to one of my posts about him a couple of days ago.  While I was working I kept on thinking about her helpful words.  It’s a lovely plus of blogging that you end up receiving support from bloggers in so many unexpected ways.

 

I saw the word prompts today very late…so this is my sleepy-headed little effort to contribute.

 

 

 

And I’m in so deep
You know I’m such a fool for you
You got me wrapped around your finger, uh-huh-huh
Do you have to let it linger?
Do you have to, do you have to
Do you have to let it linger?
And I’m in so deep
You know I’m such a fool for you
You got me wrapped around your finger, uh-huh-huh
Do you have to let it linger?
Do you have to, do you have to
Do you have to let it linger?

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/08/08/your-daily-word-prompt-linger-august-8th-2018/

via INVESTIGATION — Word of the Day Challenge

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/08/08/investigation/

https://fivedotoh.com/2018/08/08/fowc-with-fandango-below/

Finish The Story #2 — 07 – The Opening of the Circus

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  The Haunted Wordsmith  started this story and nominated…
aguycalledbloke  A Guy Called Bloke  to continue who nominated…

  Crushed Caramel (Learner at love)  ….   (THAT’S ME – IN CASE YOU MISSED IT!)

Rules

Copy the story below as it appears when you receive it (and the rules please)

Add somehow to the story in whichever style and length you choose

Tag only 1 person

If you choose to not participate or finish the story, please tag me (the Haunted Wordsmith) so that I know.

The Opening of the Circus

Gustav had never been to a circus before and when the newspaper announced the opening of the Hippotheatron in 1866, he was ecstatic. There were to be horses, monkeys, and even a …

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ostriches.jpg… pair of Ostriches! He had only read about them in the books, but if that wasn’t exciting enough by itself there were to be other animals also His father had talked of strange and exotic beasts from far off lands! Barbary lions, Tasmanian tigers and other animals his Father had not heard of either. Oh my this was going to be show, a great great show, possibly the greatest show on earth! Gustav just wasn’t excited about the animals, from what had been read to him there were also going to be the ….

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…..greatest collection of freaks he’d ever seen. His Father had spoken about it at length.

When they arrived at the Circus his Father lead him past the rows and rows of seats.

Weren’t they going to sit down? Gustav wondered to himself. He could already smell that animal smell, a bit like the farm he’d grown up on only ten times more powerful.

His father lead him past cages containing some very strange animals. Some that looked like horses but with black and white stripes and another animal with a long neck and brown patches all over it.

circus master.jpgFinally, his Father pulled him up to a man wearing a red coat and a top hat, who was twirling two enormous moustaches.

His father spoke “Well, Here he is, your new addition to the freak show. I told you I had the hairiest and ugliest child you’d ever seen. Twenty bucks and he’s yours.”

“Done” The man in the red coat said taking out a huge wadge of cash and counting out twenty dollars.

That was how he joined the circus……

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…My father had vanished as soon as he had the cash in his hand leaving me to the mercy of the mercinary Ring Master.  I cried myself to sleep that night as I restlessly squirmed around trying to find a comfortable position within the cage that was now my home.

The Ring Master planned to develop an act featuring me as one of the freaks for visitors to behold and gawp at.  Perhaps he realized how pitiful I looked shivering and tearful curled up in a corner of the cage and rocking myself backwards and forwards.

“Who’s gunna pay a farthing to look at a miserable wreck like you?” he ferociously yelled at me. “Not even yer own father could bear to look at yer!”  He shook the cage that I was held within wrapped his baton against it several times in his disgust, before storming out of the tent.

assistant.jpgA moment later, I heard a voice that sounded quite entrancing…soft and gentle like a lullaby.  She called “Little boy, don’t cry.  Don’t listen to what that cruel brute says to you. I will be with your friend.”

I had never seen such a perfect creature in all my life.  Immediately I stopped crying and came closer to the bars of my cage and before I realized what I was saying, the words fell out of my mouth, “Are you an angel?”

She smiled and laughed, with her melodic voice she asked me “What’s your name sweetie-pie?”….

Now to continue the story, I choose:

 Cadie Mclendon

who is always super-quick at responding to nominations and challenges!