So I found myself today on Lygon st in Carlton, having mistaken the date for another and arrived, all aflutter, for a meeting that wasn’t. Earlier I had lost a notebook with story ideas and pictures then found it at the gym. I had, in between these events, inspected my recycling twice, come to know all the nooks and crannies of the house overwell and generally, thereafter, scurried. So when I found myself at a loose end on Lygon st at 4pm, I adjourned to Trotters and simultaneously relaxed and awakened with coffee and a drink.
And, of course, my Moleskine sketchbook.
Which made me much much happier.
Trotters, Lygon St, 4-6pm Monday 7th December 2009.
All that remains is to ask – what caption would you give it?
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It was a smell at once dangerous and delectable. Whenever the ghost-storms swirled into town, senses began play tricks. And what seemed like the comfort of home, with cake fresh-baked, was really the ghosties tickling her nose, leading her further into the storm.
(Am tinkering with a ghostie story at the moment)
Oh! And thank goodness you found your journal – I know that heart-sick feeling of near-losing a treasured notebook. Thankfully mine turned up too. ^__^
She told him she wouldn’t budge, and she didn’t.
Love them! Both so different…
Thank goodness the lost book wasn’t a moleskine or you would have heard the scream. But a scary wake-up call nonetheless. Especially when you can’t quite remember everything in it…
Oh dear, mine is very bland compared to Sam’s and Ms. S’s:
‘She took the time to sniff the breeze for prevailing possibilities’. Glad you found your notebook too, looking forward to your fab exhibition too.
Whew! What a frantic day you had. That notebook story was terrifying.
My Caption.
‘Come, come,’ it sang. ‘There’s always room for more.’
And though her mind said do not move, still she danced across the floor.
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