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“I will wait for you,” she said. “Even in cold ruined places where wind blows in the refuse of the city and where more is broken than is whole. I’ll wait, so you can know I’m here when you are finally permitted to come home.”
Photo prompt: Roger Bultot
“She keeps the shelves half-empty.”
I turned at the voice. A gnarled hand leaned heavily on a carved stick. The man’s chest was almost parallel to the stained cement floor.
I crouched so I could make eye-contact yet spare him the strain of lifting his head. He smiled. For such an ossified body, his expression was remarkably lively.
“My wife,” he raised an eyebrow at the display. “I’d space the boxes, but she says that what people think we ain’t got much of, reminds them of the empty spaces in their own pantries and how there’s always room for more.”
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
If you’re looking for a cuppa’
Look no furtha’
Than this shop’s
Myriad options for a drop!
For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Glasses, Cups, etc
Photo: Inbar Asif
There’s a hole in that kettle …
I don’t care, don’t throw it.
There’s a hole it that kettle —
This junk won’t make tea.
I don’t care if it’s holey
That pretty, red kettle,
I don’t care if it’s holey
It’s perfect for me! …
(Yeah, if you noted a bit of reverberation, this is very loosely based on “There’s a hole in the bucket” children’s folk song … ;))
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Junk
Photo: Nicolas Lobos on Unsplash
They donned the new suits
Of exploration
White and fluid for
The deep cold of space
And the vast darkness
Of the Universe.
They filed into the
Craft readied to blast
Toward a red Mars
Carrying hope for
Yet another home
In which to draw breath.
For the dVerse Haibun poetry challenge: Mars
Photo: Hadera, Israel
The bus rumbled on the narrow road, slow behind the loaded tractor wagon. A mix of diesel fumes, damp earth, and faint notes of orange blossoms wafted through the open crack in the heavy window.
They were going to be late. Again.
She sighed and glanced at her youngest sister, automatically feeling for the change-of-uniform she carried at the bottom of her school bag for the eventuality that her sister’s car-sickness would get the upper hand.
Across the narrow aisle, a woman coughed wetly into a handkerchief and shifted the plastic baskets that crowded the small space under her feet. Those will be packed full on the ride back from Hadera, their area’s shopping center and nearest ‘big’ town.
Finally, past Gan-Shmuel, the snailing tractor turned into a field and the bus picked up speed. Houses marked the city’s boundaries. She nudged her other sister awake. “We’re getting off soon.”
For What Pegman Saw: Hadera, Israel
Note: Depicting a very true (almost daily) childhood memory …
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