John clocks out and gets ready to scale down the endless ladders. He spots the nearby bank’s armoured van, on time, two hundred feet below him. Just as he unlatches the door, three shots pierce the silence. He leans out and peers down with his bird-watching binoculars.
A figure in a black balaclava, standing beside the smouldering vehicle, points up at the crane and yells. Two men start climbing up the rungs towards John’s cabin.
The Day I Ran Into Niles Crane in My Neighborhood Coffee Shop
You walk into your regular neighborhood coffee shop and who do you see but Dr Niles Crane. You know, from Frasier? Anyhow, there was this guy, the spitting image of Niles. Blonde hair, skinny, standoffish. I could have sworn it was him. He saw me staring, stood up and walked over. What are the chances, he said. You know that old TV show set in Seattle. Anyone ever tell you you look just like Frasier?
A crane stood still, with one eye on the prize, slippery and glistening, the other on the flock, restless and bobbing. Distracted by something on the horizon — on a fast and relentless approach — the flock did not notice the eel: the just award for its lone effort, its unrivaled cunning. This bird of a feather did not join in the alarmist call for action, in hope’s flight. It was swallowed by waters, tidal and final.
A white vintage wedding kimono wrapped in red tissue paper. A bargain she thought as she traced the embroidered cranes flying over a landscape. Perfect for the Japanese themed party to celebrate Himari's engagement. She swept up her hair and held it in place with kanzashi pins, adding tsumami zaiku for extra flourish. She heard a rustle, felt movement as the white cranes escaping the kimono, lifted her up and flew through the open window.
Eye in the Sky
John clocks out and gets ready to scale down the endless ladders. He spots the nearby bank’s armoured van, on time, two hundred feet below him. Just as he unlatches the door, three shots pierce the silence. He leans out and peers down with his bird-watching binoculars.
A figure in a black balaclava, standing beside the smouldering vehicle, points up at the crane and yells. Two men start climbing up the rungs towards John’s cabin.
Storm Damage
In 2012 my sister and husband booked a holiday of a lifetime to New York.
She told me that on the second day of her trip they were evacuated in the middle of the night.
Storm Sandy had arrived.
A crane had toppled and hung precariously over the roof of their hotel.
No surprise to me- too late I had seen the weather forecast for their trip☀️🌀🌪️⛈️🌊
The Day I Ran Into Niles Crane in My Neighborhood Coffee Shop
You walk into your regular neighborhood coffee shop and who do you see but Dr Niles Crane. You know, from Frasier? Anyhow, there was this guy, the spitting image of Niles. Blonde hair, skinny, standoffish. I could have sworn it was him. He saw me staring, stood up and walked over. What are the chances, he said. You know that old TV show set in Seattle. Anyone ever tell you you look just like Frasier?
The Crane and the Eel
A crane stood still, with one eye on the prize, slippery and glistening, the other on the flock, restless and bobbing. Distracted by something on the horizon — on a fast and relentless approach — the flock did not notice the eel: the just award for its lone effort, its unrivaled cunning. This bird of a feather did not join in the alarmist call for action, in hope’s flight. It was swallowed by waters, tidal and final.
Stairway to the Moon
She set the camera on the deck checking her Sky guide app. Moonrise, Brisbane... 4.38pm. Tonight, a rare Blue Micromoon.
Checking the camera pointed in the right direction, she exclaimed, ‘Oh shit, that dam crane will be in the way.’
The moon rose. It climbed the crane, rung by rung. She clicked the shutter. A selenophile’s dream.
It balanced on top. A stairway to the moon, via a crane. Leave the world behind... seemed possible.
''Who Donated the Kimono?''
A white vintage wedding kimono wrapped in red tissue paper. A bargain she thought as she traced the embroidered cranes flying over a landscape. Perfect for the Japanese themed party to celebrate Himari's engagement. She swept up her hair and held it in place with kanzashi pins, adding tsumami zaiku for extra flourish. She heard a rustle, felt movement as the white cranes escaping the kimono, lifted her up and flew through the open window.