Glass-and-Sand

Futile musings of an old ghost

Tag: 3TC

  • How to modernise… or The genuine start of the end 30

    How to modernise… or The genuine start of the end 30

    Back then, I mean after the turn of the century (!), she decided to abet me to modernise, and start writing on a PC, using a brand new Compaq, which we bought in a moment of folly. After the usual learning curve, our use of paper, pads and pencils was to abate radically, until we…

  • The start of the end

    The start of the end

    Back then, I mean after the turn of the century (!), she decided to abet me to modernise, and start writing on a PC, using a brand new Compaq, which we bought in a moment of folly. After the usual learning curve, our use of paper, pads and pencils was to abate radically, until we…

  • The marksman

    The marksman

    When I walked in her winter garden, the moon was slowly disappearing behind the tall trees, and she was sitting, reading, a light steam flowing eerily from the samovar. I kissed her hand, and her forehead. I knew she woke early, prepared tea, and read. The house was surrounded by silence. “Have you made up…

  • The bright Moon and The hidden Marksman 22

    The bright Moon and The hidden Marksman 22

    Winter garden When I walked in her winter garden, the moon was slowly disappearing behind the tall trees, and she was sitting, reading, a light steam flowing eerily from the samovar. I kissed her hand, and her forehead. I knew she woke early, prepared tea, and read. The house was surrounded by silence. “Have you…

  • Bookish

    Bookish

    My Mum was a great reader, words were her world, and I have probably inherited her habit of reading several books at the same time. We thought a lot, and talked about, characters, plots and history. Our other passion was cinema, I remember, with longing, our little “art et essais” shop in the neighbourhood. There…

  • Mum was the Ultimate Cherished Bookish 20

    Mum was the Ultimate Cherished Bookish 20

    My Mum My Mum was a great reader, words were her world, and I have probably inherited her habit of reading several books at the same time. We thought a lot, and talked about, characters, plots and history. Our other passion was cinema, I remember, with longing, our little “art et essais” shop in the…

  • The hinge of happiness

    The hinge of happiness

    Reading is at the centre, for without learning from others, their experience and their pains and joys, growing is impossible. In a bracket of what comes next, within the realm of the possible, are writing, exercising and photography, the latter a hook for inspiration, sometime the starting point of the other two. Exercising is walking…

  • The hinge of happiness 17

    The hinge of happiness 17

    The author reflects on the importance of writing in leisure time, identifying it as a connection between reading and various activities like exercising and photography. Writing emerges as a vital means of communication and mental exploration that fosters happiness and confidence, encouraging personal growth and emotional balance through creative expression.

  • Fun with you

    Fun with you

    First and foremost I tease him, tell him is not the alpha somebody he thinks he is, and then I am, for a while, sweet to him, you know, the way we can be… This of course is very private, personal, coz’ I know him so well (and then, I am single, no-one else to…

  • Fun with you 99

    Fun with you 99

    The writer describes five ways they have fun with a person, including teasing and being sweet to them, helping with photography, and sharing a private and seductive connection. The person is described as generous and appreciative of the fun they have together, valuing the aspect of seduction in their relationship.

  • A gift

    A gift

    How did we get here? Did a demon cast a dice, or did the rude creature catapult us just for fun? Or was it a gift to its master, wrapped in a red ribbon? Inspired by Fandango One Word Challenge, and Three Things Challenge #M577

  • Wild

    Wild

    Among all the creatures of his imaginary world, he often felt it was he who was becoming obsolete: how could he continue to be useful to them? They were capable, independent, and knew, when they found something new, how it may be handy in their work. They were practical, more so than he ever was.…