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never fear they said just follow the path they said no defeat they said straight on to glory they said only whispers now (they said) Perhaps it’s my current state of mind, but the photo brought to mind fallen armies and (for you Tolkien fans) barrow-wights so … here we are. Thanks to Sue for… Continue reading they said
dreaming a new day the sun rises over still life awakening spring Thanks to Sue for a beautifully calm photo. It lifted my spirits. Check her out for more great offerings and the rules of the game.
Apparently this was it: the prison’s law library. One row of ancient books on a rickety cart. Was that smell despair or just mildew? Probably mildew. The stink of despair was coming from—as they say—inside the house. Did they still call it the Big House? Or was that passé? She much preferred that to slammer… Continue reading The Big House
my imprisoned heart consecrated by your love once whole, now broken This broken shard of pottery embellished with (what looks to me like) hearts immediately brought to mind the end of something—love or perhaps even obsession. All things end. Sometimes that’s not a bad thing. And sometimes it is. Take your pick. Thanks to… Continue reading broken heart
Flashback post for Fandango's Flashback Friday I’d noticed the lights when I left the motel. They never got closer. But they also never dropped back. It was like we were attached by an invisible static line. I told myself I was being paranoid but a line from that movie he loves kept running through my… Continue reading The Lights
Dreaming of freedom. Thoughts of bacon are banished. Steve drifts out to sea. photo by Jakob Owens via Unsplash Thanks to Three Line Tales for this wonderful reason to write this haiku style short tale about pigs (which I love). Short version instructions include Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt (& give them a title if possible).… Continue reading Steve the Pig
shimmering and new too luminous to conceal dawn’s first light rises Thanks to Sue and her #writephoto challenge. New day. New hope!
in silence he waits his heart captured by her love faithful till the end It wasn’t my intention to double up prompts for this challenge but both images conjured similar feelings for me. As if they are two warriors on opposite sides of a battle, patiently waiting for that moment when they're released from their… Continue reading he waits
in the stillness, light pushing against the darkness a promise laid bare Thanks to Sue and her #writephoto challenge and photo. I've been struggling with ... a lot these past few weeks. And as I try to dig myself out of my funk, writing this reminded me that I'll be OK. The light will return if… Continue reading in the stillness
She planned to go at first light. But as the rays filtered through the slats, she felt a moment of doubt. No! It had to be now. If she didn’t go now, she’d never go. Her ‘no’ spun into a maybe until it was a yes. Then she’d be stuck. Forever. No! Now beckoned.… Continue reading Following the Sun
