FOWC with Fandango: Raw

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The sword was still sharp, despite the heads that had rolled that day. Its blade was dripping red with the blood of its victims. How he was tired of this war, but he knew, if it is not the other, then it will be me. He felt a sting in the back of his neck and another head rolled, but this time it was different. He was not looking at a stranger, a number in the crowd of men coming towards him, no. It was his head looking up, with eyes that saw no more.

An arch appeared decorated with another head, this time of stone. The head was watching him approach. The closer he got the more details he saw. A head, perhaps female, with curls and bearing a necklace of flowers. And the eyes: there was something evil in those eyes with its empty pupils. Something was drawing him, pulling him and then he saw the door, the entrance.

“We are ready for you” the words resounded throughout the barren landscape. It should have been cold, as cold as the ice fields to the right and left of the monster, but he felt no cold, felt no warmth, his body was numb.

“Is this hell?” he asked, his words echoing through the emptiness of the air.

“Hell is where you find it” spoke the head on the door.

“Do you think you deserve hell?” was its question.

“I found hell on the battlefield, killing and decapitating my antagonists. It was them or myself.”

“And now it is you. Your life is terminated. You now meet the final test.”

“My life has been one test? Do I again endure the horrors of combat, of killing men that were strangers. Their only crime being that they worship another god, or speak a different language.”

“Here the killing is finished. Death is conclusive – there is no return. Look through the open door.”

The door became misty and then it cleared. Then he saw once again the battlefield, but there was no action. Just bodies laying one by one, the grass coloured red from the bloodshed of the battle. He looked closer and knew something was wrong. There was a large pit dug by the prisoners of this war, those that lost,  and the bodies were being collected and piled into the pit. He was startled as he saw a head that he recognised, his own face with its unseeing eyes and mouth that would no longer be able to kiss his wife in a warm embrace. He then realised this was his end in a war he never wanted; a King who wanted more, more land, more wealth, and above all more power. He was just a small piece of the machinery turning to satisfy his King, but his King was wrong and he lost.

The scene changed and he saw his wife and children, marching along a road surrounded by other victims of a never-ending bottomless war; the children crying and their mother hugging them close. He again looked up at the figure,

There was a change. The expression on the head had become softer, the eyes also had tears as she looked at the soldier.

“The door is open, enter, you will now find the peace you have been craving for.”

FOWC with Fandango: Raw

RDP Sunday: Sporadic

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It is not very often that I see a bee. We have plenty of the smaller variety with the striped pullovers buzzing around on my sedum, but this afternoon I saw a real life sized bee having a look at what is on offer. He has quite a modern dress, just one yellow stripe, more the designer look.

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Otherwise we have one of those mysterious sun appearances, as if it was making a path for a hand to reach down from the clouds and make a grab at something. As this scenery is quite sporadic I though I would take a photo.

At my golden oldie age I like things to be more routine, Sporadic events can be risky when your various internal body parts get worn down and you never know how your nerves, heart and blood pressure might react to something exceptional.

RDP Sunday: Sporadic

Good Morning

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That is the sort of sky I like in the early morning, full of character: a bit of blue, plenty of grey structured clouds. Gives the day a character to begin, although the clouds have now again made way for blue skies, so it will probably be another sunny day.

Yesterday I again ventured out to some bit wide spaces. It seems we were having music days in our town, but not at my time of day. The actual open air events would be in the evening. The first musician I saw was this guy.

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He is actually one of the members of the music scene in our town and now and again does a little street entertaining with his open guitar case on the ground to collect a few contributions. I waited a while in my wheelchair and found that the guitar and his music was really good. I even had a few words with him and it seems that his mum was a Brit like I am, although he grew up in the area and I know he plays with a local group. The street performance is just a side line.  However this was not part of the local action.

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I moved on and found this group tuning up for the evening performance. Again the music was rocky, with a good back beat, but they were not actually doing a performance, just tuning up and testing microphone installations. Of course No. 1 son disappeared some time in the afternoon as this is his thing and there is not a local musician in town that does not know him. I heard him return home from my bed hugging in the early morning hours.

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I also noticed, on my entrance to town, that there is plenty of construction work happening in preparation of our annual town trade fair. I do not know what this design is, it has not yet been completed, but it stands at the entrance to the whole show. It looks like I will be busy at the end of the month with my visits to the show. Luckily they take wheelchairs into consideration with plenty of slopes for easy access.

By the way, funny things happen on WordPress sometimes. My spam folder automatically collects rubbish and that is OK. Now and again I empty it. However not all spam is caught and over the past couple of days I get this message regularly “I am a single girl and I love to date. If you want to meet me Just Text my personal profile:” and then I get the details of her connection. Naturally I do not click on any connections. It seems she is thinking I am a male looking for a girlfriend (or probably more). There are really some poor souls in this world that must be lonely. On the other hand, another chance to make money out of the female qualities. Being an Angloswiss here my gender seems to have been a cause of confusion. Sorry lady, I am not interested. I am also a lady and there are enough dating sites in Internet if you are really as lonely as you say.

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I eventually moved on home on my wheelie in my chair along the river bank and could still hear the guitar accords along the way. I met this group of ducks that had found shady shelter under a group of trees by the water. It seems to have been quite a mixed group.

As Mr. Swiss and I were alone in the evening I did not have a lot of cooking to do and could make the most of some mushrooms in a cream sauce on toast which is something my No. 1 son does not eat. He probably thinks I am trying to poison him with magic mushrooms, although it is a typical Swiss dish.

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I saw some interesting cloud formations over the Jura mountains on my way yesterday and will leave you with this photo. Enjoy Sunday and look forward to the week ahead. I will now be busy preparing my red cabbage for cooking with some ham and potato for lunch.