“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.
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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 https://only100words.xyz/2016/09/29/three-line-tales-week-thirty-five/
photo by Rosan Harmens
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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.
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.
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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.
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.
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