I’ve found myself locked outside of the comfort zone with this particular task. Within the time limits involved, amongst the slogs of the day, here we go!
Day Three – Write a prose poem.
Capital
Have you got one of those candles? No, not those.
I bought one here last year. A singing candle, you know, it sings happy birthday when you light it. They’re usually here. No? You had lots of them.
Do you know, when I threw the bits and bobs from the party away, it was still singing. Every time my husband put the rubbish out, in the dustbin, he could hear it, the singing, in the bin. It sang for a whole week after the birthday. When we went out, you could hear it.
We had a singing bin, you don’t hear that every day. You’ve sold out? Oh that’s a shame. I’ll have these instead.
My Fairground 