Photo Credit :Footy and Foodie
‘This doesn’t seem secluded.” Bridget’s eyes see a lot full of cars.
“Maybe the beach is bigger than we think.” Bill can’t believe the hour drive ends here.”Let’s go look at the ocean and those stars. Brighter than any where on the coast!”
“Yeah, that’s what a website said. Isolated too. Let’s get it over with.” Brigdet uses her total waste of time voice.
The edge of the parking lot leads to a trail that snakes down a sheer cliff. The Sun plunges into red waves below. Soft lights illuminates the way. The surf calls out and draws like a magnet. A soft breeze sings in a low voice.
About halfway down Bill reaches to touch Bridget’s right arm. “Down there. See the candles. There’s got to be fifty people in that circle.”
“Bill, we are out of here! I don’t want to know and don’t want them seeing us either.” Bridget stops in her tracks.
“Too late.” Bill points out the circle changing shape.
Written as part of a challenge calledflash fiction for aspiring writers, details available at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/06/19/fffaw-challenge-week-of-june-20-2017/
Glistening grass blankets
Bird song choruses fill the air
Breezes gentle and cool dance
Lazy warm Sun rises
Golden rays stretching out
Bunnies dart place to place
A world spilling forth follows
Puffy clouds slowly meander
Noises begin to carry
Peace valiantly holds firm
Til the mist of morning drifts away
Tomorrow it will be back
Someday’s it seems too long to wait
Geoffrey watches the morning light turn to harsh noon. The shadows fade away fron the stately halls. Tapestries with rich colors retreat to washed out halls. Distance voices race down halls. The tours are starting again.
His pale face and hollow eyes dim. The children bring a challenge to his type. The adults look past him and sometimes walk through him. Time changes things for the living. Today will be tomorrow for Geoffrey again.
“Hey, I think I see a ghost!” a high-pitched voice rises above the crowd.
Geoffrey waves and smiles. The adults never understand the kids reaction of wonder and fright.
Written as part of a challenge called flash fiction for aspiring writers . Details are available at https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/06/12/fffaw-challenge-week-of-june-13-2017-2/
Thank you MajesticGoldenRose for our photo prompt this week!
Mist of my dreams swirl
Spinning like a kaleidoscope
Am I looking back
Like the stats in telescope
Or forward in Crystal ball
Happy blue skies pave paths
Tall trees throw twisted shadows
Nothing is as it seems
Everything is exactly as it appears
Lines of sight tug gently
Filaments of thoughts resist
Delightful mess spills across fantasy
Which parts will I miss?
Which parts to cling to?
Time slides through hidden hourglass
Slowly I realize what never was
Has always been waiting with what was
Outside of Tucson is a place to see critters and plants of the desert up close. Much like the little kitty above, you can see what lives here. The place is spread out over 98 acres. It’s in a very hot place in the summer (I visited at 105 degrees). It’s a full day to see it all.
They have an aquarium, a reptile & amphibians building, an art gallery, a cave with mineral gallery, two aviaries (one for hummingbirds), a dozen animal enclosures (like above Mountain Lion), cactus gardens, stingray touch pool, and 2 gift shops. Several hourly docent displays are spread out during the day. These include snake touching. Life cycles of the Saguaro cactus. Life in the rivers and streams in Arizona. And they change daily. Well versed people are waiting to explain how the desert works.
The landscape has been planted 55 years ago to represent as much of the Sonora desert that would predate human interference. While not all of these would grow here, they all live in the Sonora desert that covers from the Baja peninsula to New Mexico. Butterfly gardens include non native plants but the butterflies are wild feeding here.
The animals are here by assignment. The Mountain Lion was orphaned. The pair of Mexican grey wolves are a retired breeding pair that was used to restore native range. The Black bear was raised by humans. They live in nice sized enclosures with AC and shade. The 19 stingrays enjoy a covered pool and for $3 you can touch them ($3 more you can feed them shrimp).
I weave a tapestry
Sounds of glee
They cover many walls
Imaginary battles won
Maidens and Dragons dance
Treasures of what’s once important
Dreams cling like spider webs
Each waiting for a meal
Glories within the mind
Times when I acted in thought
They gaze down upon me
Hundreds of scenes
They were once so real
The world of fantasy
pulls stronger than reality
Imaginary place that I built
Hope’s garden of Eden