Congratulations to the winner of our April competition. Feeling inspired? Have a go at this month's prompt.
Bob's takin me tae the flicks the night.
Whit ye gaun tae see?
Him, Western Front. Me, Leprechaun.
No the gither?
Naw! He aye moans through ma choice then fidgits fit tae burst in they wee seats.
Whit happens efter?
Efter? We meet in The Taj an. . . first in pays.
Dh’iarr e orm a dhol dhan taigh-dhealbh. Cha robh mi ann a-riamh roimhe.
B’ ann le Agatha Christie a bha am film – murt le biodag.
Bha e a’ còrdadh rium gus an tug an gille pòg dhomh.
Bha agam ri bioran-aid fada a chur gu feum. Dh’fhalbh mi gun dàil.
Translation by Gaelic Books Council
He asked me to go to the cinema. I had never been before.
It was an Agatha Christie film – a murder with a dagger.
I was enjoying it until the boy gave me a kiss.
I had to put a long hatpin to use. I left immediately.