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.
“Use the talents you possess..” words spill into the room.
She fidgets, picking her nails. She was never a fan of the baggage she keeps. Personal baggage like mushrooms grow in the dark.
“the woods would be very silent if no birds sang except those who sang best.” the little tv continues its motivational speech
I question the sanity of my shady game of chicken with January. The gravity of situation figures to assemble a list of things taken. Superstition of Jack Frost told in ice grains on my skin.
“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.
The silver light tells that nothing exists as the middle seam holding this illusion together. Mighty rumors swing like vines ditching warnings of why and how. No wonder logic seats lost here.
Photo Credit– Jeff Simpson
The echoes of heartbeats stir the raven. His black beak pulls at the gauze fabric covering the hand upon which he perches. Like many others before, the raven looks for clues her majesty is still alive.
Vanessa, queen of her nothingness, poses as a still life of self-induced rigidity. She knows of her great artistic skills. The void of her unfilled tales has crafted the masterpiece of loneliness. Not for lack of trying, but for lack of worthy finds.
“Begone! You vile clutch of feathers and carrion!” Vanessa moves her raised arm away from the raven. “A perch! You use me like they all do!”
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.
This week’s photo prompt is provided by Yinglan Z. Thank you Yinglan for our prompt!
“Where did they keep the live ones?” Cindy innocently questions.
“They all died off 65 million years ago.” Her dad looks over the sign next to the T-tex.
“How does every museum have one?” Cindy looks at the model “All those bones. No, they have whole islands with them.”
“Cindy. You really think they can hide an island of giant dinosaurs.” Her dad looks at her wondering about these crazy thoughts. “How would you even feed them?”
“People. They are everywhere.” Cindy looks dead at her stunned father. “And when they get sick and die..”
“Where did you get this idea from?” Her dad asks with hands planted on his hips.
“Mom. She says people disappear everyday.” Cindy smiles “They find things that living but look like fossils all the time.”
“An asteroid buried everything.” Her dad starts to explain.
“You believe to easy, Dad.” Cindy replies.
7. Rice Porridge
For this wordle I invite you to make your own wordle! This is my husband’s list. Your list can be as long as you want as personal was you want. Feel free to use the abo list though if you prefer.
Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem
The words can appear in an alternate form
Use the words in any order that you like.
Tag: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and Wordle
The candle’s fire spills into the darkness. Ornaments hang, glistering mimicking the snowfall outside. The family submits to stress and exhaustion of gift gathering. The air filled with scents of clove and orange biting back at the starts of cold. The morning will open a new world briefly.
“Tina?” I question her feigning shock.
The word like a shard of broken glass on the tongue. Slippery, like the truth, time chains me to the moment. My mind runs for greener grass. But the screen I use for reason, fails to catch what I need to escape.