Dear Respect; Writing 101 Challenge – Day 14

Day 14 – Pick up the nearest book and flip to page 29. What’s the first word that jumps off the page? Use this word as your springboard for inspiration. Write the post in the form of a letter. (FYI the book is “For Women Only” by Shaunti Feldhahn)


Dear Respect,

I’ve missed you since you moved away. It would have been nice if you’d actually told me you’d planned on leaving. Perhaps I could have taken photos to supplement my fast fading memory of what you were like. There is no hint of you left anymore. No scent in the air, no echo of a sound, no sight of things you left behind.

The thing I remember most is the fact that you always put others first. You never rushed to be ahead. You never fought to be the first. You never put others down to make yourself look big. You always asked what you could do for others. It was the little things. Opening doors. Standing on a crowded train. Giving others first choice. If you were doing for you, you’d always do for someone else too. I can never remember a time when you were inconsiderate, unthoughtful or inattentive.

It saddens me when I see the memory of you slipping from every day conscience. I don’t want to forget. I dread to think of a world where you do not live. A world where the individual is more important than the collective. A world where selfishness, self-centeredness and the value of ‘mine’ reign supreme. A world where politeness, courtesy and deference are no more than words used once, long ago.Read More »

A Square of White; Writing 101 Challenge – Day 5

Day 5 – You stumble upon a random letter on the path. You read it. It affects you deeply, and you wish it could be returned to the person to which it’s addressed. Write a story about this encounter.


I am here.

The journey was finally over. It only made me sad.

Unfolding the well worn page I looked down at the note the clerk had given me. Still a few rows to go.

It was amazing how much life changes in a single action. I had been watching my husband and the antique shop owner lever my new antique writing desk into the back of our ute when the pale square had fluttered to the gutter. Neither man noticed. I did.Read More »