This week’s photo prompt is provided by Yinglan. Thank you Yinglan!
Lydia stands at the wood’s edge.
“Love is accepting things we can not change.” her voice more defeated than longing.
She feels a slight chill in breeze. Her akimbo pose accentuated by digging the top of her right shoe into the faded plank of the boardwalk.
“Oh, it’s a fen.. Well, I don’tt care what he calls it. It’s a swamp!” She swats at bugs that have found her perfume irresistible. “I should’ve had him go to outlet mall first!”
She looks on the distance at him. If I just stands here long enough maybkille no-one will know we are together.”
The garish orange shirt moves.
“Come here! I told you they were here! Its a bunch of White Pitcher Plants!” Lionel waves her toward him.
“Love is accepting the things we can not change” Lydia tries her mantra. Her feet still partially frozen in place.
This week’s photo prompt is provided by Enisa. Thank you Enisa!
Allen stirs at the embers of the fire. The flames have grown weary, flickering hesitantly and disappear. The heat still reaches out on long fingers alternating with touches of chill. Undeterred, he fans at them to coax a little more life. Tiny ashen flurries dance around him barely visible in the night.
His face shows the taste of desperation. Lines set about his eyes seem to catch every shadow the palid glow can forge. The conflict of knowing the coldness of tomorrow’s ash and hopes that the flames return fight out within his head. The only response is continuous stirring.
“Seriously, you’re making any chance of talking impossible!” Allen tries to break through the hard exterior of his enraged wife you no avail.
Yet still he stirs the embers going the fire returns.
This week’s photo prompt is provided by Goroyboy. Thank you Raymon!
“You haven’t heard a word I’ve said. Have you?!” The words swim in my head.
My eyes fishing for the source, catch my wife’s unpleasant scowl.
“Yes, I heard you the first time. I’ll get to it as soon as I finish what I’m doing.” My voice responses with little impute from me. I’m totally clueless of what the emergency currently is.
“It better get done!” She still has a snarl that would make a junkyard dog cower on. “You should write down the things that need done around here! How many times do I have to say it over and over and over again!”
I pull out a stack of post-it notes. I sigh and write down ‘make a list’.
It has become quite. I look up to see her walk over to read my note.
“Funny! That’s really funny mister!” She storms off stomping her feet.
This week’s photo prompt is provided by Enisa. Thank you Enisa for our prompt!
The quiet water calls. Cool to the touch. The lazy stream calls. Its water caresses, draining away stress and worry. Surrendering isn’t an option.
A cataract calls from down stream. It tells takes of the water speeding up and jumping down unseen heights. The sound plays with my mind. I can feel the misty air rising. I imagine ferns and wildflowers reading fron the banks to receive its kiss. Rainbows ethereal in the sunbeams play hide and seek above.
Distant birds sing. Probably calling out to others to join them.
A blaring horn rattles me.
The same white truck is stuck in front of me. Four lanes dead stopped. Every once in awhile, we rush 200 feet to stop and wait some more. I think of waving back to the idiot with the horn. But I’m going to be with him for a bit longer.
Why do I live in the city anyway?
This week’s photo prompt is provided by Lavanya. Thank you Lavanya!
“Remover of barriers!” Ezekiel points to the float as the parade. “That’s Ganesh! He helps all who asks!”
“It’s an elephant. Ok a bunch of people carrying an elephant!” Matthew shakes his head and bumps his go cup against his inebriated friends go cup.
“No, really. All your problems can be taken.” Ezekiel continues after a hiccup “Its a light upon Mardi Gras”
“Dude, drink up! It’s about the party today” Matthew says to his friend “The only barriers you need to worry about are the ones between us and the ladies. You got your beads now find someone less elephant like to focus on.”
This week’s photo prompt is provided by Goroyboy. Thank you Goroyboy!
“It’s so warm to the touch.” his six year old eyes watches the viewing ball roll into the palm of his hand.
“Son, respect the power which the light contains.” his father half hidden in the shadows of the sunlight. “The Sun is the source of all life but we can steal its power. Carefully, we must be careful about it.”
“Someday, I will walk on the Sun. I’ll bring back a whole bunch more than this little ball!” The boy rises lifting the ball back towards its home.
“Icarus, my boy. No man can approach the Sun. The gods will never allow such a thing.” his father laughs at the youth.
This week’s photo prompt is provided by Fandango. Thank you Fandango!
“Jesse! When we said it was time to replace the wood bench, that’s not what we meant.” Rodney looks out the window of the Finast Souvineer Shop Ever.
“Why’d you leave the log there then?!” Jesse looks incredulously after spending a full hour with his chainsaw crafting the bench. “I just don’t see y’all solution here. It sits more than that old one. If they hit this one with a truck, hell it’ll just roll outta the way.”
“Rodney! Come quick! Someone wants to buy that bench out front. ” Julie pulls her husband away from the window. “You need to get another one right quick! There’s a bunch talking about it.”
“I’ll get right on making another one, boss.” Jesse shakes his head.
This week’s photo prompt is provided by @any1mark66
(Hey, that’s me & Big Bend National Park, Texas)
“There it is!! The end of the rainbow! There’s a pot of gold in that trailer!” Mickey screams and flails his left arm toward the aluminum leprechaun.
Dad looks up in the mirror and laughs “There aren’t leprechaun in Texas! You have to catch them to get the gold”
“There’s a green man in the field there! look!” Six year old defiance rings out. “Can we stop?!”
“We can look from the side of the road but no closer. Those fields are full of snakes.” Dad responds
As the car stops, the rain thins. A strange rustling crawls through the tufted grasses.
“See there are no people out here! Just us and some rain. It doesn’t even look occupied over there, Mickey.” Dad turns back to look at his son. A sudden sense of wonder comes as the roadway dries in front of his eyes.
“Daddy! He is waving to us!” Mickey tugs at his dad.
The sound of their car driving off goes unnoticed. Soon they will find out how the leprechaun gets his gold.
“She said she saw two eyes staring out at her. So we got a little closer. I couldn’t see anything at all.” Simon pauses to breath. ” I thought it was a dog or something.”
Simon looks back to the brush pile. His right hand drawn tight against a pounding chest.
“It was black…. I think. It all happened so fast.” Simon’s voice fails as his eyes cloud with tears.
“Then she was gone. We know the story. But you still didn’t answer how you could lose an arm and how she could disappear leaving nothing but blood.” Detective Mills looks around the scene. “It’s like she was slaughtered. And you have no idea what did this in broad daylight?! Why if you had both arms!”
“I’m telling you she saw two eyes.” Simon starts again.
Our photo prompt is from Enisa. Thank you Enisa for our photo prompt!
“Heidi, if you could see what I thought, you surely would understand.” Bill’s word catch in his throat.
“Oh, I see alright. Ask you about your day, images of someone who doesn’t look or sound like me.” Heidi points her index finger like a knife at his heart. “What did you want to do about dinner and images of some website that you are more interested show up. I’m sick of it!”
Bill looks stunned. His thinks can see really see inside his head so clearly. But he always seems to have the same issue with all his past relationships.