autumn leaves falling
days turn and the years fly by
sunrise and coffee
our breath floating in the breeze
old jackets warm and faded

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autumn leaves falling
days turn and the years fly by
sunrise and coffee
our breath floating in the breeze
old jackets warm and faded

She had been looking for a sign. Was this it? Had the cosmos spread out a tarot reading just for her? She tried to decipher its message, but she was distracted. The man hummed as he cleaned the window shield. What was that song? It seemed so familiar, but the melody struggled against the discordant squeak of the squeegee. She looked at the wall again. Danger. Caution. Dead End. The signs seemed clear. But then she recognized the tune: Let it Go.
Instead of walking away, she opened the car door: “Thanks for the ride.”
Surely, a girl-dad was safe.

behind the shadow
the cacophony pauses
suddenly silent

Thanks to Moonwashed Musings for the inspiration.
Hoping to be alive to see their babies hatch, the cackling bunch of clever hens gathered in the shade of their favorite hutch to hatch a secret plan. But first they argued over whether they should ask that cocky rooster crowing in the yard to join their covert club.
“No,” said Henrietta Hen, “he’ll just claim the floor and crow and crow and crow,” but Mimsy Chicken and her coterie of clucking pullets called for a vote. (They not-so-secretly craved the approval of that cocky crowing rooster.) Henrietta lost and the cocky rooster took the lead.
Now they’re all poultry.
PHOTO PROMPT © Mr. Binks
Today’s six sentence / 100 word story was doubly inspired by Friday Fictioneers’ fabulous photo and Girlie On the Edge’s Six Sentence word prompt of HATCH.
Hope you enjoy.
boundless autumn days
burning red and yellow haze
the muddled trees weep
as the sparrows soar and sing
lifted by the sun’s last bloom

Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration. Visit her for more fun stuff and great writing .