Outdoor Sunday


Photo prompt: © Dale Rogerson 

 

“This is perfect,” Juliette leaned back onto her elbows and let the sound wash over her.

“Uhhumm…” Doug scraped mud off his pantleg. His fingers yearned for his phone but he had almost no battery left. He wondered for the hundredth time how long before they returned to the car.

Juliette smiled. She knew Doug found nature torturous. The quiet bored him. He disliked pebbles, creepy-crawlers, wind, and grass-stains.

She also knew her brother tolerated their periodical “Outdoor Sunday” just because he loved her … And because he understood better than anyone how much she’d lost when floods took the homestead.

 

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

 

Angels’ Winds

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Photo: Karen Forte

 

The air pristine

On angels’ winds,

Unspoiled by what

Mans’ hands can bring.

In feathered clouds

And oceans’ swing,

It heralds surf

Of joy within,

To mark the waves

With dance that gleams,

And breathes along

A song to sing

For all that dreams.

 

 

For the dVerse quadrille challenge: Spoiler

 

 

Water Rise

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Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

Water rises

Like ice

From warm oceans,

To mimic islands.

 

 

For the Wits End Weekend Photo Challenge: drops

(FWIW: The photo was taken on a phone, through a plastic screen, from a speedboat in full throttle while it bounced on the wake of another …  It was fun. It was wild. Focus wasn’t to be had …)