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Last four of November

This time, finally, my last photo above and the three penultimate ones of the past month come with zero drama attached. Plus there is a story.

But… what is that in the middle of the field? A huge loose Maremma shepherd getting ready to attack? No, no, just a girl dog neighbour who doesn’t dare to approach. All in all, not bad as ends of Novembers go.

Since this is a post of last things, here is the last thing I have written – something I barely still do – and submitted to Visual Verse. It was not selected for publication, but I love it more than all that made the cut in the past. I had loved it before it was even written. I love it like an unborn son. And look, there is a kangaroo.

They provide the image, you write between 50 and 500 words. This was the image in November, my story is below, and the selected pieces are here.

Visual Verse VOL. 09 CHAPTER 12. Image by Kitty Harrison.
Natural born postman

“And the kangaroo?”
“What about the kangaroo?”
“It doesn’t appear in your story.”

But that came later.

Today’s tweet said: “31 October 1971, a terrorist bomb exploded at the top of the Post Office Tower in London. The building has been closed to the public ever since.”

I rock my unborn son in my arms, after successfully rescuing him out of his postman costume, and muse over what I’ve just read. A memory floats by and takes me back. 

My first visit of London goes together with my first flight. I don’t sleep at all the night before. I plan out our days, for my parents, sister and me. The days are not nearly enough.

Oh, how much we walk. At one point we find ourselves in an unremarkable stretch of the city. The only landmark we can see is the Post Office Tower, not all that near. 

The postcards that I have written, as always, are itching to be sent. 

They are bound to have the stamps there. It’s a post office, no?

And so we walk.

Now I may know why it was closed but I’m pretty sure that before 1971 they didn’t carry stamps either.

Meanwhile, listening, my unborn son has made a connection.

“Mum, I know. Listen. Next year I’m going as the kangaroo. Think of it: they are natural born postmen. They just carry their post on the inside.”

Bushboy’s Last on the Card rules are simple:

1. Post the last photo on your SD card or last photo on your phone for the 30th November.
2. No editing – who cares if it is out of focus, not framed as you would like or the subject matter didn’t cooperate.
3. You don’t have to have any explanations, just the photo will do.
4. Create a Pingback to this post or link in the comments.
5. Tag “The Last Photo”.

For Last on the card challenge hosted by bushboys world

Published by Manja Maksimovič

A Slovenian in Italy for love. Blogger, photographer, translator and would-be writer who would be a writer if she wrote. Plus reluctant but emerging poet. Beware.

5 thoughts on “Last four of November

  1. A lovely group for not so Last Photos and a good actual last one. Those nuts are of considerable size! Hope all is going well and it’s great to have bestia star again.
    Thanks for joining in Manja 🙂 🙂

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