Summertime

sunset on the Kineret2 OsnatHalperinBarlev

Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev

 

Evening comes.

Sun slides down

Child at play

Lapping light

Close at hand:

Summertime.

 

 

For the Weekly Photo Challenge: Summertime

 

 

Imminently Absent

Alaska glacier JaimeMichelle

Photo: Jaime Michelle

 

Every year it shrinks back

Every year it grows less

Till too soon

It will be

But a memory

Unless.

 

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: Absent

 

All There Is

three line tales, week 135: students in the New York Public Library

Photo: Davide Cantelli via Unsplash

 

She would learn everything about it, she promised herself, and details will no longer catch her unaware. The books soldiered on, and she with them. By closing-time she was educated and heartbroken: She knew what it was. She knew it was incurable.

 

For Three Line Tales, week 135

 

Gramma’s Right

PHOTO PROMPT © Nathan Sowers

 

“You can come with me,” she insisted.

“Mazie,” I sighed. “You’re old enough to know not to take Gramma’s stories literally.”

The seven-year-old shrugged, and the new pixie cut she’d insisted on and which took away the curls I so adored, glinted in the light.

She glanced at the dilapidated building, then at me. Her face was inscrutable. Was she hesitant or exasperated? Perhaps both?

The moment stretched.

“Gramma’s right,” she sputtered. “You’re too stubborn for your own good.”

And she stepped through the mirror, onto grass, and disappeared into the shack.

 

 

For Friday Fictioneers: August 31 2018

 

Monkeying Around

Monks AdiRosenZvi

Photo: Adi Rozen-Zvi

 

When chores call

Not all heed

Timeless work,

Patience’s creed.

Restless fingers

Supersede

Newer vistas

To be keyed.

 

For Cee’s Odd Ball Challenge

 

Life’s Elixir

 

water land NaamaYehuda

Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

In the cradle of life

Where all breathing

Begins

Rocks the ebb

Of all else

That we are

Deep within.

 

For the Sunday Stills Challenge: Water

 

Haphazard Town

City Lights2 SmadarHalperinEpshtein

Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

 

One does not need a plan

To get lost

In this new town

She thought

Right before

She did.

 

 

For The Weekend Writing Prompt: Haphazard

Dedicated to my friend F.C. who at least had the wherewithal to call the local cavalry …