A morning’s work – by Dancing

Entering, she saw that he was already waiting for her. She smiled at the 4 year-old and handed him her enormous bunch of shining, almost identical, keys. The little boy quickly chose one, locked the front door behind her, skipped upstairs and unfalteringly unlocked the staff’s loo, the admin wing and then her office, each time correctly picking a different key. His knack for recognition would have been unearthly were it not for the fact that until he had reached the refuge a few months earlier, he and his mother had been locked into their apartment for his entire life.

This post is from Dancing for Week#79 of 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups over at Julia’s Place. Do pop over to see the other entries!


New home for Julia’s Notes

Hi there!

As you will know Posterous is behaving like a parent and throwing us out of the house! I have found somewhere for us to crash so do make your way over to Julia’s Notes

I’ve only just taken possesion so there are still lots of things to do to make it feel like home but let me know your thoughts! 

Top Job

This post is for Week #76 of 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups over at Julia’s Place. The writer wishes to remain anoymous but they are certainly cross!



On the surface all seems well. The organisation has reached its annual fundraising target and has done lots of good work to help the needy. But beneath the surface or, to be paradoxically exact, at the top of the professional pyramid, there exists a hotbed of corruption – obvious, unfortunately, only to the rest of the staff; self-promotion, jet-setting, nepotism, exploitation of personnel and double-funding. And the Executive Director has now been nominated for the top job in an even more prestigious agency! How can they be so blind?



Do pop over to Julia’s Place to read the other entries for …beneath the surface…

Jet Lag?

Here is another entry for 100 word Challenge for Grown Ups from @dancingrain2012.

Do pop over to Julia’s Place to see some more posts on the theme.


Everyone gathered for the fireworks as midnight struck. Drink in hand, she checked the time on her phone. She hadn’t updated it since arriving in England and it still showed what she felt to be ‘real time’;  when her husband arrived home from work, when her youngest daughter finished studying for the day and when her grandchildren went to bed.  2:00am!!  Guilt-ridden, she realised that despite not  adjusting her phone, it was exactly two hours too late to wish hubby a Happy New Year. Should she call and risk waking him or simply send a txt and hope for the best?



Copper Head

This post is from Dancing Rain for Week#68  100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups. You can find other entries over at Julia’s Place. do pop over and read!



Jane had always wanted a little girl. While she obviously adored her baby son with his blonde hair and blue eyes, she continued to window-shop for pretty pink dresses, T-shirts with little red hearts and cute purple pants – not to be worn together of course. Just a couple of years later her dream was fulfilled and, soon enough, so was her shopping basket. However, although she always made sure that her daughter wore perfectly matched outfits, Jane never seemed to notice that the little girl’s glistening copper locks were even more beautiful when she was dressed in plain grey or in white.

There’s Many a Slip…

Here’s is a great post from Fay, (Dancing in the Rain) for Week#55 100 Word Challenge for Grown ups over at Julia’s Place. The prompt was ‘…and the apple fell…’

Fay has used the celebrations in Israel for her inspiration. After leaving a comment, please pop over to see what the others have done with the forbidden fruit! 😉


The Chairman of the Board was weighed down with responsibility and understandably had little time to address the staff on the eve of this festive holiday. Yet, traditionally, he found himself raising a piece of apple dripping with honey to his lips, to symbolise a sweet new year. Just when the camera zoomed in, sharing the moment with employees in mobile-phone stores throughout the country, the piece of fruit slipped out of his hand.  As the apple fell, he shrugged his shoulders helplessly before licking his sticky fingers, brown eyes crinkling boyishly. With perfect composure, he then turned to greet the Minister of Communications.



Smile to the wardrobe

This is a post for 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups from Dancing who lives in Israel. She has been a contributor to 100WCGU for a while now. The challenge can be found over at Julia’s Place. Do pop over and read some of the other entries. They make good reading and are only 100 words!! The prompt was ‘…retruning to the routine…’

The six-door wardrobe towered against the wall opposite the bottom of her bed. The first thing on which her eyes would focus were its pale wooden doors with modern, yet elegant, handles. Suddenly awake, she would remember where she was in her life and smile involuntarily. She managed to smile through ill-health, through financial difficulties, through worries about the children. There were times when she didn’t smile – at times of death or when love, or loved ones, let her down. The relief upon returning to the routine of smiling to the wardrobe was always tremendous. Its very involuntariness was witness to her inner happiness.