- Losing my Notes
by Ceridwyn
an adventure in flash fiction 300 words The day before Waitangi Day, I practise the National Anthem. The choir will sing the first verse in Maori, then the congregation comes in with ‘God of Nations’. Not been done in church before so our rendition must be good, great, even moving, stirring, whatever. The men love to add their deep voices, but they can’t place the semitones accurately. I want to get it right in my head, so I can teach them at tonight’s practice. I sit at the piano, smooth out the score and play through the right hand parts-…
- Starting Over
by Ceridwyn
an adventure in flash fiction (296 words) The first day without his wife, he still set the alarm to get up at 6.30. He shrugged on the old blue dressing gown, tied the frayed cord with stiff fingers, and marched out to collect the paper. Coffee and toast, with honey dripping on to the editorial page. He had two hours before his daughter would drive him to the airport. Ron would be waiting there to start their dream road trip- fly to Christchurch, pick up the hire car, and off into the autumn colours of the deep south. Last night…
- How to conduct a choir
by Ceridwyn
Ceridwyn Parr photo by Jeff Sheldon, Unsplash
- Anzac Day 2021
by Ceridwyn
Ceridwyn Parr; photo by Unsplash
- Time to say goodbye- the last caravanablog
by Ceridwyn
Dreamy little caravan for sale, said my ad on Trade me. The title came from my heart, as it was a dream of ours right from the start. The dream to get away for little breaks. To re-energise when my parents were both unwell, and I was working full-time, and we just needed to stop and breathe for a bit. To go on very small trips- to the hot pools of Te Aroha, Miranda and Mt Maunganui, to bush clearings, wild beaches, urban camp sites in Thames and Remuera, behind the pub in Raglan, and by the dramatic harbour…
an adventure in flash fiction 300 words The day before Waitangi Day, I practise the National Anthem. The choir will sing the first verse in Maori, then the congregation comes in with ‘God of Nations’. Not been done in church before so our rendition must be good, great, even moving, stirring, whatever. The men love to add their deep voices, but they can’t place the semitones accurately. I want to get it right in my head, so I can teach them at tonight’s practice. I sit at the piano, smooth out the score and play through the right hand parts-…
an adventure in flash fiction (296 words) The first day without his wife, he still set the alarm to get up at 6.30. He shrugged on the old blue dressing gown, tied the frayed cord with stiff fingers, and marched out to collect the paper. Coffee and toast, with honey dripping on to the editorial page. He had two hours before his daughter would drive him to the airport. Ron would be waiting there to start their dream road trip- fly to Christchurch, pick up the hire car, and off into the autumn colours of the deep south. Last night…
Ceridwyn Parr photo by Jeff Sheldon, Unsplash
Ceridwyn Parr; photo by Unsplash
Dreamy little caravan for sale, said my ad on Trade me. The title came from my heart, as it was a dream of ours right from the start. The dream to get away for little breaks. To re-energise when my parents were both unwell, and I was working full-time, and we just needed to stop and breathe for a bit. To go on very small trips- to the hot pools of Te Aroha, Miranda and Mt Maunganui, to bush clearings, wild beaches, urban camp sites in Thames and Remuera, behind the pub in Raglan, and by the dramatic harbour…