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The sound began
A whisper,
Only to crescendo to
A cry
That made the very
Heart
Howl
In eerie
Resonance
Of pain.
Familiar
Again.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Eerie in 24 words
Resonance
Briefly
Her Ants
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She has ants
In her pants.
Restless thoughts
Writing plots.
No surprise
Her brain fries,
Daily grind
Flying blind.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: restless in 19 words
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White Puffed Blue
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
White puffed blue
Spreads above
To the wide horizon.
For the Sunday Stills Challenge: Blue
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Carefree
Photo: Inbar Asif
She could be
Truly carefree
When she strolls
The fine edge
Of the sea.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Challenge: Carefree in 14 words
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It’s Your Sign
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“It’s your sign,” she said.
“I don’t care,” he muttered.
“Yep, in your sign, too.”
He scowled and she laughed and he knew that anything he’d do or refuse to, would become her proof of the zodiac dictating his life, actions, tastes, worldview.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Zodiac in 43 words
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Echoes
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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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In The Gray
Photo: tltweek171
Most had left already. Evacuation was taken seriously after the previous storm had wiped out a dozen residents and many homes. Sam stayed. Life couldn’t get much grayer with Meg having drowned. He’d survive or join her. Either way was okay.
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Cake To Go
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She spaced the candles as her grandmother had instructed. Not equally, but with one candle lording over a bigger chunk. “You’ll remember me by it,” Gran had said, “and by the sour faces of the ladies when they see you’d saved me some cake to go.”
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Never Again
Photo: Ofir Asif
May never again slogans of harm,
tattoo death on hearts, souls, and arms.
Note: On the eve of Holocaust Remembrance Day, when we mourn so many lost to deliberate ugliness that nurtured systemic cruelty and harm … and when some try to deepen horrors by claiming the suffering hadn’t even happened … May we find a path out of hate and violence, and away from whatever catchy slogans used to justify a pseudo-superiority. For in reality, we are all one, and the terror of racism leaves none of us unharmed.
For Linda’s One Liner Wednesday
Na'ama Yehuda 
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