An expensive mistake

Antique – Image by KL Caley

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a collection of tables, chairs, lamps, baskets, teddies and other objects in quite a busy space.


Martha had always imagined that she had great taste when it came to decorating the interiors. She was also aware that not everyone shared this opinion. But she had a lot of confidence in herself and sometimes, another person would fall a victim to this deception too.

Mr and Mrs Jacobs were new to the town. They had newly come into some money and wanted to set up their new home in a grand manner. In short, they wanted to impress their new neighbors and colleagues.

Martha was their neighbor on the right. She met Mrs. Jacobs and convinced her that she would do a superb job and her fee was very reasonable too. After getting the contract for doing the decoration of the formal drawing room and reception area of their house, Martha took full charge of the assignment and left Mr and Mrs Jacobs on the sidelines.

The day they saw the finished rooms, it was too late to do anything about the decor. That evening, the guests at Jacobs’s home were bumping into chairs, sofas and end-tables, trying to navigate their way across the rooms.

It was a mistake that took a lot more money to fix.


Written for WritePhoto # Antiques, hosted by K L Caley



All good things

Toybox – Image by KL Caley

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a traditional toy box filled with teddies, blankets, hot water bottles and a jar of hot chocolate. Yummy!


They had put all their treasures 

In one little box to keep them safe

It was in their mind the best policy

But fate had other plans for that box

It got lost, with all their good things

And they were inconsolable after the loss

Search they would low and high, hither and tither

But no trace of the little box could they find

Many years passed and everyone grew up and old

Toys lost their attraction, except as mementos

The childhood home was to be sold, profits divided

And in the attic they found their lost treasure

Who wanted it now?

No one had the space for it in their new homes

It was given away to a home for the poor

Where it gave joy to many young hearts


Written for WritePhoto # Toybox, hosted by KL Caley



White wilderness

Hills surrounded by snow with the odd peice of long grass poking through here or there.
Snowy Peaks – Image by KL Caley

For visually challenged writers, the image shows hills surrounded by snow with the odd piece of long grass poking through here or there.


Snow looks so pretty, a white blanket covering everything

It is great to enjoy this scene from a place of warmth

But imagine if you didn’t have a warm place to protect you

Or adequate clothing to defend against these freezing temperatures

No hot water to wash yourself or even your hands

Imagine all that and this would seem like a desert, a wilderness

A threat to your existence and not a beautiful sight to be enjoyed


Written for WritePhoto # Snowy peaks, hosted by KL Caley



How they survive?

Can you imagine, being out on this frozen lake? No warm clothes, no heating and no shelter from the gelid wind blowing across.

Equipped with natural mechanisms
They walk and float on freezing water
And take it all as normal part of their life
Making us realize the magnificence of the Creator
Who has provided us with what we need to survive
Built-in protection from what all creatures may encounter
A frozen lake with birds standing on the ice.
The Frozen Lake – Image by KL Caley

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a frozen lake with birds standing on the ice. At a defrosted section a group of birds gather.

Written for WritePhoto # Frozen Lake, hosted by KL Caley



A little lick and it’s good to go

Stamps are what keep the postal system going. Post a letter, a check, or a card, and all you need are an envelope and a stamp.

When we were younger, I and my younger brother collected stamps. We had a special album for displaying those stamps. Those were the days when people wrote letters as a routine and not just for special occasions. We would immediately demand the stamp if it was one we didn’t have in our collection. We especially valued the overseas mail. Then on special occasions, we were allowed to purchase sets of stamps. I don’t remember exactly, but a packet of stamps could be purchased from stationery shops. They had all sorts of stamps.

I don’t remember what happened to all those albums when both of us outgrew our hobby. Perhaps they were donated or (gasp) thrown away.

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a colourful collection of used stamps from various envelopes and postages.

Written in response to WritePhoto prompt: Stamps, hosted by KL Caley



Do I love shopping? Are you serious!

Shopping Trolley in an empty supermarket
Shopping – Image by KL Caley

This photo brings back wonderful memories of shopping in my favorite grocery store in Seattle. Those were pre-Covid days when I loved to go shopping at the slightest excuse. There could be multiple trips to the store in a day as it was a mere 5-7 minutes walk.

I have to admit that I was addicted to shopping in those days. Then Covid happened and we couldn’t even go and fetch our own bread and eggs. Everything was being done through apps, who in turn employed brave people who would venture into stores for grocery and meds on our behalf. It was expensive but safe. And feeling gratitude towards those people who were risking their lives on our behalf, we would include a generous tip in the payment.

The bar imposed on us by circumstance to not visit stores in person made me realize a very important fact. I can do without a lot of things that I used to buy. Cosmetics, clothes, shoes, candy all were frivolous expenditures and could easily be avoided. Perhaps I could order candy once in a while from Amazon, but the rest was not needed.

Now, I am sort of allergic to shopping. I only go to a store, fully masked and equipped with hand sanitizer, to buy things which we really need. No extra, or just for the fun of it, purchase!

Written for WritePhoto – Shopping, hosted by KL Caley



Stay on the stepping stones!

Carefully placed flat stones in the boggy land served both as way markers and safe passage. The travelers were advised not to step anywhere else but on the stones and follow the leader till they were out of the bog.

Jennifer was a rebel and following instruction was an anathema to her. Midway through the path, she stepped off the stone and onto the soft ground. When her friends heard her scream, they looked to see her sinking slowly into the bog.

No one dared step off their stone to help her. The guide leaped from her stone with a strong staff in her hand. She asked for volunteers who made a hand chain and gradually Jennifer was pulled out of the soft ground.

She went back home the next day but before that, she went and apologized to the organizers for being such a stupid, thoughtless fool. Perhaps she learned a lesson.


Written in response to KL Caley’s Challenge, WritePhoto

Some stones are located in the grassland which is surrounded by hills.
Stones – Image by KL Caley

(For visually challenged writers, the image shows some stones located in the grassland which is surrounded by hills)



Life in the slow lane

Take a breather

Slow down a bit

All this running around

Is taking a toll on your health

Better put the brakes on

Roll down the window

Take a slow cruise

Enjoy life


Written in response to;

WritePhoto-Slow down, hosted by K L Caley

An area of plants with a sign showing 5MPH.
Slow Down – Image by KL Caley

For visually challenged writers, the image shows an area of plants with a sign showing 5MPH.



WritePhoto # Tomb

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Welcome to the weekly #writephoto prompt!

The Tomb
The Tomb – Image by KL Caley

For visually challenged writersthe image shows a table tomb. Whilst a lot of the stonework is eroded, it is obvious this was quite an ornate tomb in its time. 


Sitting forlornly by the tomb of her beloved
Shedding tear of sorrow and regret
It was her burden for ever and eternity

People often become aware of a presence
When they visited this historical place
A wave of sadness often engulfed them

No one was able to find out the story
Of how these lovers were separated by betrayal
Now he was at peace, moved on to a better place

While she still sits and mourns her cowardice





KL Caley is the host of WritePhoto

Emerging - Image by Geoff Le Pard

Afternoon Everyone,

Welcome to the weekly #writephoto prompt!

This week’s prompt is a post with a difference – our September guest photo!Emerging – Image by Geoff Le Pard

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a green man (with the traditional leaves for his hair) emerging from a bricked up tunnel.


Albert didn’t believe in fairytales or any other magical creatures. He would stoutly deny that any such creature existed, but one day all his beliefs were turned upside down. And now………

It was a late autumn evening when Albert was heading home from work. He had had dinner at the pub before heading homewards. He lived alone and his days were spent working at the solicitor’s office as a clerk. After work he would eat at the pub and then go home to sleep. He never married and was reasonably happy with his life.

As he neared the park in the center of the village, he saw something twinkling in the hedges. He thought they were fireflies and went onward. There was sound of someone whispering and laughing coming from the bushes and Albert stopped to listen.

“Hurry up before Simon sees us. You know what he’ll do if he finds us”

There was some movement and suddenly a small exquisite fairy came out of the hedge. When she saw that Albert was there and was in fact looking directly at her, she stopped and was about to cast an oblivious spell when someone bumped into her from behind. It was another fairy who was in a great distress.

Please Marigold, do hurry up, I think I can hear Simon coming”. With this both the fairies flew into the dark leaving a fascinated Albert behind them. But more was yet to come.

From the deepening dusk, a green creature emerged. His hair were made of leaves and he had the most sinister expression Albert had ever seen.

Where have they gone?” He asked Albert loudly. A bamboozled Albert could just stare at him. “Never mind, you’re just a human, I’ll look for them myself”

With this threat, the creature, Simon turned towards the side wall when suddenly there was a loud bang and a bright flash. Simon turned into stone and was embedded half in and half out of the wall. The two fairies came out from behind the trees and gave each other a satisfied look. “Now that one won’t bother us again, ever. And what about this one?” said the second fairy to the first one, looking dispassionately at Albert.

Oh he looks like a nice guy. I think he’ll keep our secret, won’t you sir?” Albert enthusiastically nodded his head. He didn’t want to turn onto a wall decoration as well.

So now Albert believes in magical creatures, but he doesn’t say much.