three line tales week 75: two bicycles in front of the ocean

photo by Meghan Yabsley on Unsplash
The two bikes peel decades from my life to when summer was an endless break.
Right here was where the obsession of Jenny started.
She smiled and took over her shirt and jumped into the water, it took me a minute to figure out to follow her. 

Offending Party – Three Line Tales 

 “This was in my yard and you have the only golden maple on the block!” Her high pitched witchy voice cracks my eardrums.

“Uh, they kind of fall  of the tree this time of year.” I’m perplexed by the poisonous tone of a snake of a person.

“It is your responsibility to remove them from my property right away or I’ll go to the authorities!!” Her seriousness is unmistakable.
Written as part of a challenge called Three Line Tales , details are available at 

Three Line Tales, Week Forty-Three


photo by Rebecca Johnston – here’s a bigger version
He went to sleep with image of the deer and a dream sack from the Dinè spirit shop.  He was told be the deer,think the deer, and find the deer.

When he awake he was the deer and it was the first day of hunting season.
Written as part of a challenge called The line tales, details are available at 



        photo by Rosan Harmens

You’ll find full guidelines on the TLT page – here’s the tl;dr:

Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt (& give them a title if possible).
Link back to this post.
Tag your post with 3LineTales (so everyone can find you in the Reader).
Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
If you want your post to be included in the round-up, you have until Sunday evening to publish it.
Have fun.
Happy three-lining!
Three Line Tales, Week Twenty-Two

Bonnie perched on the topo map cabinet stretches out her view.  Her narrow finger follows the black dotted line past switchbacks, creek beds, and ridges, her mind draws images of forest breaking open to canyon.  Now if she could just get a ride there, but this is the dreaming stage.

Our Lemonade

TLT photo prompt by Erol Ahmed

Written as part of a challenge called  Three Line Tales,  details below.
Three Line Tales, Week Fifteen

Life threw me a box of lemons when we met.  Your twisted ways squeezed out all of my sweetness.  The combined mess of lemonade that we created runs across the ground toward the sewer of life.


Cherry Blossoms


Written as part of a challenge called  Three Line Tales

The cherry blossoms always remind me of where I was when it happened.  Spring is supposed to bring renewal, growth of new experiences.  It will forever adorn a casket in my mind.

3Line Tales – Beyond


Photo Credit – Michael Hull

The darkness called her softly by name.
She bridged the chasm of doubt and fears with hope.   With each step, a sense of swaying built within.

Written as part of challenge,  details below. .