Photo: Inbar Asif
She leaned against the painted wall and exhaled a sigh of relief.
She was finally home. Hardship over. She was free. All was going to be as she needed it to be.
The freshly laundered whites fluttered in the sea breeze and the rush of waves sang in her ears. A dun puppy yipped at a bird. The baby slept at her feet.
“Have you eaten?” Grandmama called, a loving voice on the wind.
“I’m coming,” she smiled and bent to lift the bassinet.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Idyll in 84 words
Na'ama Yehuda 
Absolutely wonderful, Na’ama!
I smiled through the whole thing…
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‘Tis an idyll, after all, ain’t it?
Mission accomplished …
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HUGS!
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Absolutely!
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This was beautiful, Na’ama
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Thank you, Jo! 🙂
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Now, that’s what I call idyll. Lovely post.
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🙂 Thanks, Adele! 🙂
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Na’ama Y’karah,
I love the way you illustrate the word with your story. Idyllic indeed. Lovely.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you, Rochelle. 🙂 This worked well with this one … 🙂
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Contentment personified!. Delightful
My eighty four words!
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Well, this WAS the task, no wasn’t it? 🙂 Glad I managed to accomplish it!
Hopping over to read yours, Keith!
THANKS!
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Another evocative story in a few words. Definitely an art form you weave so very well
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Yay for this lovely feedback!!! Thank you!
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It is fun to put those together!
Sort of gym for my little brain cells and spirit and …
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And it’s working!
Keep up with the good work!
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