Photo: Anne Toet
Time had arrived
To make the shift
From frog
To handsome
Prince,
But then the kiss
When it was dished
Kept Frog’s
Amphibian
Bliss.
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Fantasy
Kiss Bliss
Unexpected
All Caught Up
She leaned back, took a long look around, and sighed in satisfaction.
He’d love it. She was sure he would.
It took three full weeks and dozens of hours, but now every piece of paper he’d ever owned was alphabetized and catalogued. The photos organized by color, location, and main character. The receipts tagged and ranked by preference: favorite things first, the things he’d never order again, last.
He was due home by nightfall. She could only imagine his delight.
The office was transformed. So was the garage. She even organized the nets and oar for an artistic touch. Bronzed all his mementos so they matched.
No more desk and drawers. No more folders. No more boxes with a mishmash of photos and cards. Goodbye to letters stacked together by arbitrary designations of correspondence, when they could be more logically sorted by zip code (or when there was none noted, ordered alphabetically by addressee’s given name and divided by paper-type).
It had been a Herculean task, but she was undaunted. Who but her would take it on to help him out?
She couldn’t wait to show him how she’d got him all caught up.
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Do Not Engage
Photo Prompt © Roger Bultot
“It’s covering its eyes.”
“Say what?” Sergeant Frank was always gruff but Leon knew a warning when he heard it. He could (almost) visualize his superior in his boxer-shorts, remote in one hand and beer in the other. One did not get between the Sergeant and his beer.
“The new statue, Sir. In Rockefeller. It’s covering its eyes.”
“Leon, are you drunk?!”
“No, Sir. The hotdog man saw it, too. And a bystander.”
“Statues don’t move, Leon. That’s why they’re called statues.”
“This one did, Sir.”
Silence.
“Sir?”
Sigh. “I’m sending Marco. Meanwhile, Leon … sit tight and … do not engage …”
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Fashion Statement
Photo: Inbar Asif
For some reason it seemed
This ensemble
Should work …
To select
Or object
Or someone’s cash
To collect.
For the One Word Sunday challenge: Fashion
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Wagon Trail
Photo: Philip Coons
Hitch the horses to the carriage,
Pack the trunk
(Or wagon) full.
There’s a lot yet to discover,
As we hit the road.
Now pull!
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Road
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Give Us A Smile!
Photo: Ofir Asif
There are none here more pleased
Than this moth
At her ease.
For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Smiles
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Keen Green
Photo: Dvora Freedman
Hello there,
How are you, Ma’am?
I’ve missed a spot?
Oh well, oh damn.
There’s no perfection
On the lam
And I’ve really
Got to scram.
Have you seen some
Elves around?
I’ve been told to
Look for rainbows
At the end of
Traffic jams,
(And yes, I know the
Gold’s a scam
But I’ll still give it
An exam).
For Terri’s Sunday Stills: Green
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Unexpected Sales
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
I did not quite expect,
On the beach, in the sun,
A visit from dinos
Puppeted by a man.
Granted these all were smaller
Than the ones I would fear,
But I still did not really
Want them too near.
My eyes must’ve
Been wide
As I waved
Him aside,
But two chairs
To the right
He sold three
With delight.
For the Lens-Artist Photo Challenge: Unexpected
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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!”
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Morning Manners
Photo: Inbar Asif
One cannot head to pasture
On a fine, chilly morn
Without checking to see if
One’s mane’s properly adorned.
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Surprise
Na'ama Yehuda 
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