Photo: Arlette Loeser
There’s a little
Big toe
Twirling free
On the go,
As the other
In tow
Hopes its own
Sock
To throw.
For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Hands, feet, or paws
Toe in Tow
Life and love
They Bowed
Photo prompt: Sue Vincent
“They bow, you see,” Mir explained.
The child held on silently to his hand.
Mir peered down at the small head, so uncharacteristically still, the red curls shining like molten gold under the sun.
The quiet lingered and Mir did not break it. More words would not change how there was only so much one could say about some things.
A bird fleeted close. A bee buzzed by. Somewhere a donkey brayed and a dog’s bark answered.
Still the child did not move.
Mir let the air in and out of his lungs mark the passage of time, even as he knew it would not be measured in the same way by the child. Nor would it matter. Time is rarely what it seems to be, anyhow.
The air shimmered. The scent of smoke wafted from someplace beyond the fields, and in it mixed the faintest hints of manure and baking bread.
A caterpillar inched its way atop a blade of grass.
“There is no wind,” the child finally noted.
“There is not,” Mir confirmed.
“Are they tied together?”
“They are holding limbs.”
The child looked at her own hand in her grandfather’s. She did not look up, but Mir could feel the connection being made as it wove a thread of understanding between the two of them, between them all.
A hush fell. Then a sudden breeze rippled through the field and whistled an unnamed sound as it passed through the stacks. The tips nodded.
The child bowed back.
For Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt: Wicker
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Dive Right In!
Photo prompt © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The water glistened.
Gloria shook. “I don’t think I remember how.”
“Just do it,” Jody said. “It’s like riding a bike. Your body never forgets.”
I never had a bike, Gloria thought, and there is much I worked hard to have my body forget. Especially since that day.
“It’ll come back to you,” Jody urged. Ordered, almost. “Dive right in!”
It was the edge in the trainer’s voice that did it, and what it brought back was not welcome.
“No.” Gloria pulled her swim cap off. “Not here. Not yet. Not today.”
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
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The Long Night
Photo: Amitai Asif
The long night arrives
Wrapped in ends
Of dreams
And threads of hopes.
A tapestry
Of what may come
Therein,
As unfettered souls
Are finally free
To roam
Within.
Where darkness
Becomes its own
Light,
That holds
No more an actual
Night.
Note: The photo depicts an ancient burial cave in Israel
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Night
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Echoes
Photo: NRD at Unsplash
They’ve left the fridge door open.
The cool pooled close,
Breathing light
Into the space
As if the halo of it
Could be
Mistaken
For the life
That no longer
Offered heartbeat
In these rooms
That still echo
With the sounds
Of “please don’t!
Oh please!
Please!
Not the kids!”
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Fuzz Guard
Photo: Atara Katz
Listen up
Little fluff
There’ll be no mischief
And stuff.
Best make sure
That you stay
In the shallows,
If you don’t
Wish to meet
Claws as gallows.
There will be no
Dissent
Till wings let you
Ascend.
So since you are yet
To create
Actual feathers,
You will heed
Pond-time rules
By your elders.
For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Feathers
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Fussy Fossa
Photo: SeaReeds on Pixabay
“Is it a mongoose?” Molly squinted.
“Kind of cat.” Alfred raised his camera.
“No cat nor mongoose. It’s a Fossa. Belongs to the Viverrids.” Know-it-All Natalie noted, head-to-toe in expensive expedition gear.
“Vye-ve-whats?” Molly blurted.
Alfred shot Molly a warning glance, but it was too late.
“Viverrids. Civets. Genets. Or, if you need the very basics: Mammals. Endemic to Madagascar. Carnivorous. Eat lemurs, mostly, though they won’t turn their nose at lizards or birds or tenrecs.”
Alfred sighed. There’d be no stopping the Nataliepedia now. The woman was the bane of their group. He eyed the animal. Vye-ve whatever. Looked like dorky cougar to him.
“Nice fur,” he tried.
“You better not even think of it,” Natalie admonished, delighted. “They’re protected by fady. That’s local for taboo, in case you didn’t know that, either.”
Bet you aren’t, Alfred grumbled internally. Are fossa too fussy to have YOU for lunch?
For What Pegman Saw: Madagascar
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In The Lap Of Luxury
Photo: Amitai Asif
A warm dinner.
A choice.
Wood enough for warmth
And cooking.
Decent clothes.
Shelter.
Water.
What millions would call
The very lap of
Luxury.
For Kate’s Friday Foto Fun: Luxury
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Preview Warmth
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Feel the midday
Glow expand
Sense the gently
Heated sand.
Dampened clothes,
Digging hands,
China they’re intent
To find.
Make the most
Of wonderland.
It previews warmth
So close behind.
For Terri’s Sunday Stills Challenge: Warmth
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A Heart, Missing
Photo: Yael Yehuda
There stands the empty crib
The room that will not hear
The sounds of cries or coos or laughter.
There are the walls,
Fresh paint
Fresh pain
For the awaited,
For a broken chapter.
A heart
Missing
Breast and breath
For an eternity of loss,
Till the hereafter.
Note: Dedicated with love to all empty-armed mothers (in all their manifestations and realities and outward presentations), on this Mother’s Day.
For Debbie’s One Word Sunday: Missing
Na'ama Yehuda 
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