Accord Hospice 100-story blog-- DAY 97

ACCORD HOSPICE provides specialist palliative care to the communities of Renfrewshire and parts of East Renfrewshire. This care is provided to over 500 patients and families each year by our multi-disciplinary team including our three consultants, In Patient Care (8 beds), Day Care (15 places) Community Nurse Specialists (5) and a whole range of different therapies. Almost £2 million (nearly $4 million dollars) is required in this financial year (07/08) Please help me get just a bit closer to my goal, by clicking on the SECURE link, at your left, to the Justgiving webiste. Justgiving is an Accord sanctioned fund raising site. Thank you!

DAY 97

STORY #97

The Old One

The silvery mist entwined itself around the ashen treetops, as leaded skies bent under the weight of corpulent rain clouds. A rustle in the tall tawny weeds of the meadow, and the strains of tiny, fluting voices.

My friends were dancing in the dripping grass, singing. They were young and free and loved to dance. But, that was long ago, and I am alone now, the last of my kind. I sit, here beneath my rock, watching the men and their dead machines, and dream of a time, when we fairies come again, to claim the woods as our own

Accord Hospice 100-story Challenge: DAY 96

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DAY 96

STORY #96

Pirate Dance

In the market town, the soldiers tried to defend the citizens from the pirates. As the clang of swords and popping of pistols died away, the town fell into the marauder’s hands.

The town’s stalwart mayor stood before the captain. He was told to prepare to die. “What colour?” “Are you getting smart with me?” The captain shouted. “How would you know?” The mayor retored. Then, the captain snarled, “You’re gonna’ walk the plank."The mayor began doing a jig. “What’re ya’ doin’?” the pirate roared. "If I’m to die,” he replied, “I’m going out in style--dancing the plank.”