You might have noticed I went a bit crazy during April, posting weird stories in which each sentence began with the chosen letter of the day. This was my choice of a theme for the 2016 A to Z Challenge.

If you missed any of my stories, here are the links:

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This was my 6th A to Z Challenge. The previous ones were:

  • 2011 – Writing and social anxiety-related posts
  • 2012 – Places in Jerusalem
  • 2013 – Memoir writing
  • 2014 – Posts linking authors
  • 2015 – Writing historical fiction
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A to Z Reflections Post

How did it go this year?

Very well, I think. I thoroughly enjoyed the month. Fortunately I had all my A to Z stories ready in advance. I’d even chosen a picture to accompany each one.

Even so, I couldn’t spend all my time blogging, and so I wasn’t able to visit as many blogs as I’d have liked. These are the ones I visited:

Thank you to everyone who visited, liked and commented on my posts. If I were giving a prize, it would go to Cathy Thomas-Bryant, who gave me so much support and praise.

A special thank you to the organisers of the challenge. They worked hard to make it possible. Here they are.

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“Zee,” he said, “is the final letter.”

“Zed,” she said, her eyes rolling.

“Zzzz,” he said with his eyes closed, though he knew she wouldn’t be fooled.

“Zip,” she said, pointing rather rudely in an exaggerated display he couldn’t help noticing below his almost closed eyelids.

“Zipper,” he said, not to be outdone.

“Zero tolerance for other dialects?” she asked.

“Zero,” he said. “Zilch.”

“Zebra crossing?” she suggested.

“Zebra belongs in the zoo or in nature, but not on Main Street,” he said.

“Zzzz,” she said.
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Links to previous A-Z stories:

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“Yakinton,” said the woman, the only person in the walking group wearing a sun hat.

“Yakinton?” said the boy with headgear slung round his shoulders. “You mean mackintosh?” he said, looking up at the ominous sky.

“Yakinton is what I mean,” said the woman, pointing to a flower with long, curved, interwoven pink leaves. “Yakinton is Hebrew for this flower. You know what it is in English?”

“Yep, hyacinth.”

“Yakinton is hy-yacinth. You hear the connection?”

“Y-yeah,” said the boy with a tone of doubt, after which he promptly covered his ears with the black round disks putting an end to further conversation.

“Youth of today,” said the woman, slowly shaking her head.

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Links to previous A-Z stories:

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Xylophonic sounds reverberated around the long corridor, bouncing off its smooth, round concrete walls, becoming louder and louder, driving the people more insane, until they turned on each other, tearing at each other’s flesh with their bare hands, and a command blared from the loudspeaker: “Cut.”
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Links to previous A-Z stories:

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“Why are there bubbles in the washing up bowl? Why does it get dark at night? Why is my middle finger longer than all the others?”

Whether it was the incessant questioning that made her snap or the row with her boss earlier, she didn’t know. “When are you going to grow up?”

Water – soapy water – hot, soapy water splashed all over her and onto the kitchen floor. “Wonderful, just wonderful,” she screamed in frustration.

“Why did you splash water? Why is it wonderful?”

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Links to previous A-Z stories:

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Umpire Underwood watched the ball as it slammed straight into the net. Up, he thought. Underspin would have helped. Unforced errors in this game were mounting up, rendering this another boring match.

Underwood wanted excitement – something that would make the cameramen jostle with each other for a photograph of the great umpire. Using his powers of imagination, he concocted a plan.

Under the gaze of the spectators, Underwood dropped down from his umpire chair and jogged over to the surprised net-hitting player. Unperturbed by shocked shrieks around him, he stood behind the player, holding the racquet with her. Using exaggerated movements, he hit an imaginary ball at an angle that would undoubtedly send the ball back over the net. Underwood then returned to his seat amidst applause.

Unhappy was he over the next morning’s headline: “Underwood replaced overnight by Upfield.”

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Links to previous A-Z stories:

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Tessa watched from the window as the small green car crawled along the dirt track. The car drew to a stop at the end of the track. Three people alighted at the end and stood in a group, examining the shack. Tessa moved away from the window and stood with her back to the wall, her breathing fast but silent. Through the broken window, she could hear their words.

“Tessa, if you’re there, please come out now. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

Tender words are not to be believed when they come from a terrible man, thought Tessa, goading herself to the right action.

The three opened the shack door and entered. Tessa, by that time, had flown to the opposite wall – the one with the low, open window. Through the window she leapt in a well-practised action, landing first on her hands and only later on her feet. Then she ran to the car and opened the unlocked door. There was the key. They hadn’t even removed it from the ignition.

Turning the key with one hand and closing the car door with the other, Tessa engaged the gear lever, released the handbrake and urged the car along the dirt track, riding the bumps. Through the rear-view mirror, she saw the three men run out of the shack, guns at the ready.

Tessa smiled as she turned the car onto the road, happy to have won a little extra time.

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Links to previous A-Z stories:

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