Photo: Chagit Moriah-Gibor
Roll the dough
And aim to shape it.
Press chocolate pieces
One by one.
‘Tis no product of
Machine identical,
But cookies proud
Of a child’s hand.
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Roll
Uniquely Rolled
Month: April 2019
Cute Factor
Photo: Toni Hadi
He was born without home
And no prospect of more
But his adorability-factor
Ensured
He’d capture good hearts
Galore!
For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Cute factor
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That Night
Photo Prompt: © Ronda Del Boccio
That night, when the children went missing, they fanned out, flashlights in hands and a dark crawling about in their hearts, which even the large projector brought out by the local sheriff’s office could not stop the spread of.
They looked in every corner, under brambles and in culverts and in places too small to hide a squirrel, let alone a child. The three had vanished so completely, one could have believed they had been naught but phantoms.
Yet phantoms wouldn’t have left canyons in souls, eroded deeper with the daily grief. For the kids were never found.
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
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Roll Control
Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
When the push
Comes to shove
And a full stop
Recommended,
Put a rock
‘Hind to lock
So any roll
Is suspended.
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Roll
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Out-Wheeled
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
At the spot
Where one heart stopped
And others pause
To ponder,
It stands
Out-wheeled into pallor
In grief
For what was lost
And what might have been
If there hadn’t the need
To mark this
Post
For a life that can
No longer
Wander.
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For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Wheels
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Our Review for Emilia by Na’ama Yehuda #Psychological Fiction @NaamaYehuda
Reblogging this because … well … 😉
Thank you, Jaye and Anita!
It is the late 1800s. A young child is kidnapped by her tutor and secreted into seclusion, muted by terror. Will she find sanctuary, and her voice, before it is too late and she is silenced forever? Can anyone she risks to trust, truly protect her? What if safety is only an illusion and nightmares come alive?
As the child’s trail goes cold, Mark Monsey, police officer, remains haunted by it. In spite of little departmental support, he doggedly follows what clues he has. Crisscrossing the county from isolated lighthouses, estates, and groundskeeper’s cottages, to limestone caves, spooky cellars and dreary train stations, he becomes increasingly aware things are not what they seem and he is being deceived.
Can he find the truth, and will it matter when storm clouds and death spread faster than any of them can foresee?
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Vertically Set
Photo: Atara Katz
Go against
The pressing grain
And the common
Mindset,
To reach high
Toward the sky
And uniformity
Upset.
For Debbie’s One Word Sunday: Vertical
Na'ama Yehuda 
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