Visions

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Maybe it was genetic or maybe it was a curse given to an ancestor and passed down generation after generation . But he , like his father, could see things “abstractly” as his Dad would say. Like seeing things upside down in a crystal ball, he could see thru emotions and lies. But he saw things he didn’t want to see. The game of life did not come easy to him. Until one Friday night, when he chose to see it as a gift, to see life as a gift. After that night the world seemed different, more colorful and  glorious, and he was at peace.

 

 

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Ragtime Daily Prompts: friday

Daily Writing Challenge: top photo

Friday Fictioneers: bottom above, by Jeff Arnold

fandango’s fowc : abstract

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Walking down the trail

Walking down the trail,

on a cloudy day,

with a gentle wind as her companion,

grateful for her moments of solitude in nature,

and grateful for this day,

she reminisces on her youth.

 

Then smiles at the memory of her free-spirited self

sharing a laugh with  good friends

around a campfire.

 

Wonders when her little one will loose her desire

to have tantrums a few times a week,

and what kind of woman she will grow up to be.

 

Then her thoughts wander to her own future.

What will it be like?

Will it continue to be like this hiking trail, with all its curves and hills?

Or will it be nice and smooth like a walk on a sandy beach?

Or maybe a little of both?

Either way she knows all will be well.

 

 

 

 

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Daily writing Challenge: free, gentle, young

Ragtag Daily Prompt: loose

Fandango’s FOWC : tantrum

Thursday Photo Prompt : photo above, by Sue Vincent

The cabin

In a cabin on a sleepless mountain, I woke to birds singing. Then went on a hike to see the autumn leaves. Saw critters dance along the windy path, branches rustling as they go. Then went home to my cabin. I listened to wolves howling at a witch’s moon as I brewed my tea. Nestled into my comfortable sofa while the fireplace was ablaze with a roaring fire. Read a book filled with characters who had found moments of serendipity. Wished for more of my own. Then went to sleep as the crickets sang me a lullaby. I dreamt of countries not yet traveled all night long. Woke the following morning, grateful for the glorious day that I had. Grateful for the one that was just beginning to form amidst an orange globe surrounded by purple clouds.

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Prompted by :

3tc: moon, howl, night

WATA: bottom photo

RDP: Serendipity

Thursday Photo Fiction: top photo, photo by  Sue Vincent

Fence

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

    There was a brick wall she built around her heart. It was thick and tall. Sometimes it felt like her heart was in a castle with a moat around it. She built it after years of anxiety and depression had enveloped her. Only a few trusted friends were allowed in.

The one thing no one knew was that she hoped and prayed that someone special would have the courage to climb over the wall. For years, no one in the herd of  men outside came close enough. Until one day, one man did, and it changed them both for the better.

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Prompted by:

Friday Fictioneers: photo above

Fandango FOWC : fence

RDP: herd