Scouts Honor

Photo: © Ted Strutz

 

“Where exactly does your uncle live?”

“You’ll see.”

I narrowed my eyes. Larry relished building tension. Perhaps mandatory in magicians, but guaranteed to annoy offstage!

“This better not be a trick!” I warned.

“It’s not,” he responded. “Scouts honor.”

“You’ve been kicked out of Scouts.”

He laughed.

We traipsed through deserted woods. No house anywhere. Not even a cabin. Just scraggly trees, weeds, and a spooky car wreck. Larry made for the latter.

I followed warily, smelling trickery.

“Here,” he reached under the hood, pressed something, unveiled stairs. “Ta-da! Uncle’s Red’s subterranean house!”

 

 

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

 

Bank On Peace

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Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev

 

If nothing else

You can bank

On some peace

Come day’s end.

On a breath

By the water

When a ripple

Extends.

On a sigh

Of the chest

Born of awe

Seeped with ease.

You can count

On some peace

Come day’s end.

Me, too, please.

 

 

For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Bank

 

The Tree

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Photo: Amitai Asif

 

“I will wait by the tree,”

She had said.

“At the fork where

The road

Meets the lush, green

Horizon.”

Wait she did,

Day again and again

And a month, and another.

Wait until they had come

Trudging home

From the war,

Wearing smiles, but

Carrying the weight

Of their sorrows

Around them.

 

 

 

For Becca Givens’ Sunday Trees

 

The Vanishing Point

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Photo: Ofir Asif

 

 

At the vanishing point

They have passed

To be gassed,

Leaving us

To a world

That forever now must,

Not forget

How the place

Of no return

Has been crossed,

And we none are

The same

For hate’s shadow’s

Been cast.

In the name of those

Vanished

Who shall not be forgot,

We can vow to hold hope,

And let compassion

Outlast.

 

 

 

For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo a Week Challenge: Vanishing Point

 

The Gift

 

They didn’t mean to.

They had to think fast.

“What in God’s married name is that?!”

Gary glanced at Gloria. Mom only used the expression when the you-know-what was about to hit the fan.

“I told you this was stupid,” Gloria hissed as they ran to the door. “It only made it look worse!”

Gary shot her a “shut-up-and-let-me-handle-it” look.

“Hi Mom,” he announced and swung the door open so that (hopefully) only the taped side was visible. “Do you like it? It’s a Christmas tree duct tape art. To remind you of the holidays!”

 

 

For Rochelle’s FridayFictioneers

 

It’s A Breeze

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Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

Ripples speed

With the breeze

Whipping small waves

With ease

On the surface

Of these

Waters guarded

By trees.

 

 

For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Breeze

 

Niche by Niche

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Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

 

Roofed in green

Curves of foliage

They stand chiseled

And skilled,

Each a niche

Dedicated

To the men of

The guild.

 

 

For the Lens-Artist Challenge: curves

 

Evening Leap

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Photo: Nattu Adnan via Unsplash

 

He still seeks to speak with fish

Before night claims their beloved beach

But she’d smiled enough goodbyes, to rise into her evening leap.

 

 

 

For Three Line Tales

 

Vintage Ride

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Photo: Atara Katz

 

As you rumble along

Under skies

Blue like song,

Do you travel

Afar

To the past

In this car?

What new memories

You’d share

Of what’s found

Over there?

Do days gone

Still speed on

Scene by scene

Gray and green

By the glean

Of your machine?

 

 

For the Sunday Stills Challenge: Vintage

 

 

Harp’s Heart

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Photo: Amitai Asif

 

Off they go

With the harp

And the sounds

In their hearts.

Off they go

To work hard

And music’s soul

To impart.

 

 

For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Music