Photo: Artem Bali via Unsplash
I will not be for sale. Not today. Not tomorrow.
Limit not my conditions. Offer no terms for me.
There’s no deal worth my special. Shelves or fly off – I’m free.
For Three Line Tales
Briefly
Joy Ride
Photo: Inbar Asif
Low to ground
Safe and sound
Sharing smiles all around
Their devotion
Abounds
As they glide
Side by side
Through the streets
In joyful ride.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Devotion in 25 words
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Bones of Monsters
Photo: Sam Loyd via Unsplash
When she rose from the depths to where the world mirrored dark, she observed the bones of monsters no one disposed of, and the hulks of others poised to glean the phosphorescent plankton from the indigo above.
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Fatefully Furrowed
Photo: Chagit Moriah-Gibor
“What did this?”
Calvin gulped.
“What?!” Eric insisted. “A jeep?”
“Not a car.”
“What then?”
“We better turn back.”
Eric squinted at the muddy furrows.
“Nothing you want to meet in the dark,” Calvin shuddered and revved the motorcycle’s engine.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Furrowed in 40 words
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Cushion Wintering Hearts With Fallen Leaves
Photo: Inbar Asif
Cushion wintering hearts
With fallen leaves.
Let bare earth
Have a rest.
For the Six Word Saturday Challenge
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Mountain Charm
Photo: Priscilla du Preez via Unsplash
They did not need a rink when the lake made one for them. They did not have a coach but their skates learned to guide them. They were one with the ice as the pucks flew around them. They played in the cold while the old mountain charmed them.
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As Above Snow Below
Photo: Philip Coons
Mirrored skies
Puffs of glow
As above
Snow below.
For the Sunday Stills Photo Challenge: Texture
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Pink Perch
Photo: Adi Rozen-Zvi
A pink perch
For the flutter
A brief pause
On the fly
For the moment
That lapses
As a breath
Passes by.
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Small Blessing
Photo: Dvora Freedman
May you always have a gentle place
To lounge with friends
And swing,
And bloom,
And sing.
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Haphazard Town
Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
One does not need a plan
To get lost
In this new town
She thought
Right before
She did.
For The Weekend Writing Prompt: Haphazard
Dedicated to my friend F.C. who at least had the wherewithal to call the local cavalry …
