The Winner

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Photo: Wesley Eland

 

It was never about the money, or the endless calculations, or the disappointment she learned to expect and accept. The odds were against her. She knew that. Everyone said so. Many laughed.

And yet …

She could scarce believe it when she saw the numbers and date and words line up, when she knew that for once — in the way that mattered most — she was the winner.

She rubbed her eyes. Checked everything again.

She called to double check. Her heart thrumming in her chest.

She wrote down every detail: The place. The time. The plan. The day when her life would forever change.

Or had it changed already?

That night she tossed and turned and even though she finally fell asleep, she woke before dawn with her heart aflutter, and gazed into the ceiling till the morning brought with it the first few rays of sun.

A day reborn. Herself, perhaps, as well.

Nights will never be the same, she thought. Nor mornings.

Nor any other time in any other hour. Winter or summer. Light or dark.

She counted down the days, excited beyond words and somewhat frightened — should she tell? Who to? How much to share? How much to keep to herself?

Eventually she’ll have to. …

Oh, there will be a celebration! She could list in her mind the friends who’d rejoice with her. She could also note the dread of recognizing those whose green-eyed-monsters might awaken. Will she lose friendships over this? Will jealousy taint what she’d never quite dared to believe would be awarded her?

“I won the lottery,” she whispered to herself, holding the bit of paper between shaking fingers. “They’ve checked it out and they’ve agreed. It’s approved. Two more weeks … I won’t believe it till I’m there. Till after. Till I’m back home with a new life in my hands.”

She pulled out the photo. Drank it in. The ebony chubby cheeks. The dimple in the elbow. The eyes. These eyes …

“I’m coming, Bomani …” She kissed the picture that the orphanage included with the adoption papers. “Mama’s coming for you, my little son-to-be.”

 

 

For V.J.’s Weekly Challenge: Lottery

 

Wild Places

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Photo: Ofir Asif

 

Find wild places inside your

Self,

Where vistas stretch

Your heart.

Climb peaks you did not know

Exist.

Let freedom

Joy impart.

 

 

 

For the Lens-Artist Challenge: Wild

 

 

Merry Berry

 

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Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

Wishing you a joy

So merry

Under mistletoe’s

Red berries,

And a sparkle

In your heart

As holidays

A cheer impart.

 

Merry Christmas to all who celebrate it!

 

For Cee’s Flower Of The Day

 

Favorites

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Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

 

Listing favorites can take days,

Shuffled as they are in time and space,

But here are a few that my spirit

Will always embrace:

Beach and surf,

Little toes,

The peal of

Children’s laughter,

A good tale, a new book,

And loved ones

To look after.

 

 

For Cee’s Share Your World: July 23 2018

 

Partake

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Photo: Chagit Moriah-Gibor

 

Partake in all that

Fills your heart

And makes your spirit

Sing.

In all that makes

This world

Your home

And offers

Hope

To bring.

 

 

 

For The Daily Post

What’s a View?

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Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

What’s a view

To you?

Memories of times

Long gone

Askew?

The roads since traveled

But still

Due?

The sights you did not know

You will one day reclaim

Anew?

What is a view

To you?

 

 

 

This post is dedicated to memories of all childhoods and sunsets, times gentle and not, and to Frank’s beloved pooch, Ransom.

The Tuesday Photo Challenge

 

Winsome Puddle

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Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev

 

Irresistible

To poke a stick

In

Prepossessing

Pond of mud

There is little

More delightful

Than puddle frolic

To be had.

 

 

 

For The Daily Post

Set Free!

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Photo: Dvora Freedman

 

Set free the light that’s in your eyes

The dreams you birthed

But hid

In fear of failure.

Set free the path yet to unveil

The hopes

The awe

The wonder.

Walk tall into the day to come

Dance free toward your

Future.

 

 

For The Daily Post

Savor

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Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev

Savor moments of perfected joy: The breath that catches in an “awwww;” the tightness in the chest all filled with warmth; the smile that grows in angles not foretold.

 

 

For The Daily Post