Imagination

 

Photo Credit: John Brand

 

Sometimes,

it’s barren,

a desert landscape,

bones scattered.

 

Sometimes,

It’s lush and green,

Sunset beaches,

Horses galloping.

 

 

Sometimes,

It’s an ominous shadow

Lurking in the hallway,

creeping up the stairs.

 

 

She never knows where her

Imagination will lead her,

Until her pen

hits the blank page

And she starts to write.

skull

Photo by Sue Vincent

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Prompted by:

Sunday photo fiction : top photo

Manic Monday: ominous

Thursday photo prompt: bottom photo, photo by Sue Vincent

Weekly Tanka challenge: sunset

 

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Friday Fictioneers: The Gift

Charles woke up at dawn, thinking “I have to do something .Do better. Be… something.”

He packed up his truck and got his kids. Then they went about making a “she shed” for his wife. It included a shelf of sea shells from their last holiday. When she got home from delivering their baby she was happy and surprised to see it.

Later that year, he was the one that was surprised when she told him the wonderful news. They were having their seventh child. The next day he gave his wife the best present of all, a vasectomy.

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

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Prompted by:

Friday Fictioneers: photo prompt

Ragtime Daily prompts: truck

 

Traffic

I turn left,

turn left,

turn left

once more.

 

Ready for a comeback.

Ready to start anew.

 

But I continue to turn left,

turn left,

turn left,

once more.

Going around and around

in circles

in my mind.

Hoping to exit right.

Praying for a miracle

but the journey continues .

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Prompted by:

Ragtime Daily Prompts: comeback

Fandango’s FOWC: traffic

D’verse pub’s Poetic Tuesday: journey

 

Friday Fictioneers: Ms. Grape

“Ms. Grape. I think that’s what I’d call you. You’ve been with me for over twenty years so I might as well give you a name.” Denise said as she glanced thoughtfully at her reflection in the silver vase.

“I know you’re to blame for my dizzy spells, migraines, forgetfulness and so forth. But I do thank you because you have taught me courage, patience, and hope.”

Then she heard a giggle.

“Sorry. Ms. Grape? Are you sure that’s a good name for a benign brain cyst?” her brother asked.

Smiling, she replied “It’s the perfect name for it.”

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PHOTO PROMPT © Yvette Prior

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Prompted by:

Friday Fictioneers: photo prompt (shown above)