A Kid’s Rock

December 26, 2018Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Reflections, Writing Tags: 100WordChallenge, compassion, connection, Family, Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Goats, Grief, Kids, Micro-fiction, Writing Challenge, Writing prompt 26 Comments

Photo: © Randy Mazie

“She insists on coming,” he noted without raising his head and even though I hadn’t worded my question.

The quiet breathed and a soft breeze rustled the leaves and made shadows caress the stones.

“She stands by the gate and belts until I take her,” he added and continued to wipe his already spotless glasses. His fingers trembled, from palsy or emotion or both, I didn’t know.

“She misses her, you see,” he glanced at the goat. “Rejected by her nanny, this kid was. My Mary hand-raised her. She was this kid’s rock. Now all that’s left is this headstone.”

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

Got Wheels

December 25, 2018December 25, 2018Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Photography, Reflections, Writing Tags: CFFC, Chiang Mai, Just for fun, Mountain village, Photo Challenge, Photography, play, Playground, Poetry, Simple pleasures, Thailand, Tricycle 2 Comments

Photo: Adi Rozen-Zvi

In a mountain village

By a wooden slide

A plastic trike

Awaits a ride.

For a playground isn’t

Fully sound

Without some wheels

To go around.

For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Bicycles, Tricycles, etc

Merry Berry

December 24, 2018Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Current events, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Photography, Reflections, Writing Tags: Berries, blessing, Christmas, FOTD, Greeting, Holidays, Joy, Mistletoe, Photo Challenge, Photography, Poetry 14 Comments

Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

Wishing you a joy

So merry

Under mistletoe’s

Red berries,

And a sparkle

In your heart

As holidays

A cheer impart.

Merry Christmas to all who celebrate it!

For Cee’s Flower Of The Day

Blush Blessing

December 23, 2018Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Current events, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Photography, Reflections, Writing Tags: blessing, flowers, Holidays, hope, Life paths, New Beginnings, Photography, Poetry, Sunday Stills, Weekend Writing Prompt, Weekly Photo Challenge 7 Comments

Photo: Atara Katz

May your day be lit

By sun

And new grown things

On path to home

And love within.

May the closing year

Bring calm

And blushing joy

And flowered hope

For what begins.

For Sunday Stills: Something Red

Mirrored World

December 22, 2018Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Photography, Reflections, Writing Tags: Analogy, Caution, Lens-Artists, Mirror, Oasis, Photo Challenge, Photo prompt, Photography, Poetry, questions, Reflection, Unknown 6 Comments

Photo: Amitai Asif

Where does solid begin?

Where does the liquid end?

Do the depths mirror

What lurks behind the bend?

Does the murk hold the answer?

Does the shimmer hide foe?

Will you know where to dive

And where you should not go?

For the Lens’ Artists Photo Challenge: Reflections

Not Yet History

December 22, 2018December 22, 2018Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Reflections, Things Kids Say, Writing Tags: Bomb Shelter, Chemical Weapons, End violence, Gas Mask, Golf War, History, Micro-fiction, No More War, Reality, Things Kids Say, Weekend Writing Prompt 14 Comments

Photo: Tomasz Mikolajczyk on Pexels

“Are these from olden times?” the boy’s eyes were round with wonder.

“Not so olden,” his mother sighed. “We have some in our bomb-shelter. Everyone was fitted with a gas mask during the Gulf War. We had to carry it everywhere. Even preschoolers like you.”

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Mask in 45 words

If Eyes Could Speak

December 21, 2018Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Current events, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Photography, Reflections, Trauma and Development, Writing Tags: Being seen, Give a voice, hardship, hope, humanity, Photo a Week, Photo Challenge, Photo prompt, Photography, Poetry, Stories, travel, Universality, Writing prompt 24 Comments

Photo: Dvora Freedman

If eyes could speak,

They’d tell of roads

No one should take,

And hardship that

Does not build,

But breaks.

If eyes could speak,

They’d share the stories

Of long paths,

That some must walk

With shattered hearts.

If eyes could speak,

They’d share hope, too.

For being seen

Brings light into

What one must know,

And one must do.

For Nancy Merrill’s a Photo a Week challenge: Eyes

Next Level Parking

December 20, 2018December 20, 2018Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Funnies, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Photography, Reflections, Writing Tags: Black and White, CB&W, City life, Just for fun, New York City, Parking, Patience, Photo Challenge, Photo prompt, Photography, Vertical, Writing prompt 14 Comments

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Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

In the city where stairways

And buildings rise high

No surprise that car parks

Also aim for the sky …

Be aware it will take

Some time to dislodge

So it could be a tad tricky

To race out of Dodge…

For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: engines and motors

The Long Ride

December 20, 2018Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Reflections, Writing Tags: 3LineTales, Amusement Park, Carousel, Micro Poetry, Micro-fiction, Night, Personification, Poetry, Writing Challenge, Writing prompt 2 Comments

TLTweek151 photo by Harpal Singh via Unsplash

Photo: Harpal Singh via Unsplash

They rode long through the dark

After closing the park

Wooden horses a-spiral in endless embark.

For the Three Line Tales Challenge

Tomorrow’s Memory

December 19, 2018December 19, 2018Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Reflections, Writing Tags: 100WordChallenge, Ancestors, First Nations, Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Heritage, History, Identity, Memory, Micro-fiction, Writing Challenge, Writing prompt 24 Comments

Photo: Adam Ickes

“They do not remember who they are.”

The old man’s voice was somber without judgment. A skill born of patience shaped by the combined weights of history and time.

“It is why I brought them here.”

The elder regarded his visitor. His dark eyes pools of wisdom deeper than the lines upon his skin.

A silence stretched.

“They will not find it in this place,” Sorrowful Skies said finally.

Disappointment filled the woman’s face.

“They will sleep in the lodge tonight,” he added. “Tomorrow, they will walk like their ancestors. In bare feet on breathing land. Then they will remember.”

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers