Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev
Morning bells reverberated in the ancient alleyways, echoing against well-worn stone.
He rose to make his way from the humble room he slept in, to the place of worship his soul knew as his actual home.
The Old City of Jerusalem. The holy place named for harmony, recompense, greeting, and – with hopes for higher roads to be achieved – for wholeness, safety, and peace.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Unlock in 63 words
Photo: Inbar Asif
Bright as rays
Flowers glow
Soaked in warmth
Large they grow
Seeds of sun
They then sow.
Photo: Amitai Asif
In a row they
Were planted
Born from seed
To grow
Along.
Individual
They heightened,
Each one as
Singular
As a song.
For the Weekly Photo Challenge: Rows
Photo: Philip Coons
If you’re broken by worry
Hanging by a thread
Filled with dread,
There are links
That can hold
Even the weary and old,
Who then ride
The hard time
Till restored faded charm.
For the Thursday Doors challenge
Original Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev
Climb the mountainous
Martian landscape,
Big wheels strong
In the sandbox.
Come and rescue
The poor shovel,
Buried amidst alien
Rocks.
For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Plastic
Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epstein
If your party is pure happy
And your Mama’s talents
Flow,
There is nothing like a minion
To give your day a mighty
Go.
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Birthday
“Why would anyone choose this tomb?”
Sally’s voice ricocheted in the clearing. I felt my face flush and dug my nails into my palms to keep from responding.
“I realize they don’t need light, but what do they have against air?”
“They’re blind, you know, not deaf,” Mark noted dryly. I could’ve kissed him.
Sally shrugged. She leaned forward and slapped the wall. “Thick walls. I bet they’re as good as.”
“Or not.”
Sally boomeranged off the wall as if electrocuted.
A hand waved out of an arrow slit, two inches from her waist.
I grinned.
“Come right in. Dinner’s ready.”
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
Photo: Adi Rozen-Zvi
All that shines
In the glitter
Of candles lit,
Stories told,
Holds the breath
Spent in prayer
O’er Gods
Dressed in gold.
For the Photo a Week Challenge: Gilded
Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
I can play in the tent
I can play with these balls
But to have you play with me
Is what I want most of all!
For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Play
Photo: Inbar Asif
If the world’s reflected
Like a mirror
In the windows
Of your mind,
Would you know to tell
The difference
Between inside
And outside?
For Lens-Artist Photo Challenge: Windows
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