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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
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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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.
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.”
Photo: Ofir Asif
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
Photo: Amitai Asif
Freedom
Doesn’t require
You relinquish all
Protection,
For without it
Flames become
Vulnerable
To sputter,
Or go astray
In the
Wind.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Vulnerable in 21 words
There will not be another night so drenched in sorrow, bereft of even the wish for the downpour to turn hope. Yet they held to the moment right before the speeding motorbike intersected their car … and bled their child to no more.
Note: dedicated to those who know this loss, and to the hope that fewer will ever do.
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
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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