Posts Tagged ‘confession’
Steering Wheel

Everyone needs one of these – not just drivers – if you’re gonna get to where you need to go.
A confession – I don’t drive. Might be why I keep losing mine. Not all the time, but every so often.
Telling tales from around the world

Everyone needs one of these – not just drivers – if you’re gonna get to where you need to go.
A confession – I don’t drive. Might be why I keep losing mine. Not all the time, but every so often.
Written by Titirangi Storyteller
27/05/2012 at 12:17 am
Posted in Writing
Tagged with cars, confession, Photography, poetry, Project 365, steering wheel, tractor, transportation

Thirteen used to be my lucky lucky number, ever since I was 7 and put a dime on the wheel at a church bazaar and it won - and I walked away with a cool $1.30 which was a considerable amount when you think a Nestlé's Crunch Bar cost five cents.
But I've got to rethink it... this year's been crap - troubles, illness, heartbreak... I'm half thinking those half-crazed Mayans might have been half right - though I don't half know about what.
Taking suggestions for sure-fire cures for angst, ennui, hospital stays, strict diets and other people. And any other good advice is always welcome.
Didn't get the palomino I was hoping for in 2012, definitely no Nestle's Crunch in 2013. What do I want from this year??? From the OTHER half of this year...
Titirangi Storyteller
These days it's all about the Photopo, but I also write fiction. You can find some of my short stories here.
One photo every day (well, almost every day) taken to a different dimension, funny, poignant, sad, hopefully clever... Observations about living in this world and pondering the possibilities of others. To view the archive, click here.
If I were an island, I should lay in wait until a kind bird came and sat upon me to keep me company. And if a shipwrecked sailor drifted upon my shore I would be in heaven.
Do you feel like an island? Or like a sailor? Maybe it depends on the day or the time of day or the island or the sailor. I'd rather be a bird. Would I rather sit on the island? Or on the sailor sitting on the island? And what of the water? Surely the water would want to have a say in all of this. The water would probably insist.
Appease the water, bird, island and sailor, dazzle it with trinkets and pretty words.
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