Well, today's challenge had me thinking but as soon as an idea popped into my head another one quickly followed. Today, I had to hide a piece of writing so that another person could find it!
My first idea was to hide a children's story inside a tree where a tiny fairy grove had been established by some local children. My husband and I have added to the grove in the past by placing fairy doors and dwarf figures to create a tiny village. So I hid a children's story in a hole half way up the tree trunk.
Here's the story:
Swinging on a Tyre.
I sneezed! The dust from the old photograph album tickled my nose. I peered inside. Carefully I turned the delicate pages full of black and white photographs still glossy after all those years.
I stopped at one page near the middle. There were four photographs and one empty space. I laughed. The funny looking boy dressed in old-fashioned clothes must have been my Dad when he was my age. He was standing near an old tree on top of a hill. Next to him, hanging by a rope, was a tyre.
"A rope swing!" I thought with glee. "My Dad had a rope swing!"
The photograph was over bright in the corner so the sun must have been shining brightly. I glanced over to the next photograph. Dad was sitting on the tyre, holding the rope tightly. It was a lovely picture. He had a huge grin on his face. I felt as if I could feel the wind on my face. He must have had a brilliant time on that swing.
My eyes followed the small, dotted arrows, which were printed in the album down to the next picture.
"Oh. No!" I thought. The rope was snapping.
Tiny loose threads could be clearly seen as the edges of the rope frayed. Dad hadn't noticed. I wondered if the person, who had taken this picture, probably Grandad, had shouted a warning to him. I could imagine the worry on my Grandad's face as he saw the rope snap!
Photograph number four showed Dad flying yet still standing on the tyre. His facial expression had changed. "He's frightened!" I whispered to myself in the quiet of the attic. My six-foot Dad who no one could knock down. My Dad who had protected me all my life was scared.
Somehow this photograph made me love him even more. The space next to this photograph was empty. Tiny specks of dried glue were visible. I wondered what had happened next.
Dad's voice broke into my thoughts. "Tom," he shouted. "It's time for tea." I closed the book and rushed downstairs thinking, "I can't wait to find out!"
Sue Westcott (C.) 2021
My second thought was to hide my writing inside a book. My local café (takeaway only) The Malaga Drift has a borrow, lend and swap bookshelf so I decided to return some of the books that I had borrowed and in each of them place a short humorous piece of writing so that when someone borrowed the book they would find the writing.
Here's the writing:
A little bit of fun!
My friend Annie was telling me all about a book that she was reading on Charles 1. It was a terrible time; what with all the trouble between the Catholics and the Prostitutes!
Annie was telling me about her neighbour’s bad legs. Luckily, he’s got a nobility badge for his car!
Annie told me about her granddaughter’s prom. She was lucky; she was picked up in an American limon-squeeze!
Sue Westcott (C.) 2021