In Our Own Time

“Only time will tell,” she said with a smile and mischievous wink.

“Oh, well we’ve got nothing but time,” I replied while spinning the hands backwards.

Time flies when you’re having fun.

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– Written for Sonya’s (Only 100 Words) Three Line Tales: Week 165. Photo prompt by Stijn te Strake. WC 40.

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Spring-Minded

the narrow branch sways,
under wind and melting snow
we are spring-minded

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– Written for Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge #246. Word prompts were “narrow” & “minded” or synonyms of those. Photo from pexels.com.

At the Well

I opened my eyes to blinding sun. I pulled the rope, hoping to finish before anyone noticed.

I was startled by a man leaning against the well. Had he been there?

“Let me.” He took my burden before I could respond. He poured the bucket into my pot. The water flowed until it was full.

“How did you…it takes three times for that container.”

I stared at refreshing water inside the vessel. “Have faith. You’ll do great things.”

I looked up. He was gone.

Somehow, I now held the bucket. I opened my eyes. Morning rays infiltrated my room.

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Samaritan Woman at the Well by Nathalie Villeneuve

– Written for Carrot Ranch March 21, 2019 Flash Fiction Challenge. Prompt was “In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that features a bucket of water. What is the condition of the water and what is the bucket for? Drop deep into the well and draw from where the prompt leads!” WC 99. Painting by Nathalie Villeneuve at Pause and Paint.

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Checking In

I’ve been away for a while now…

I have been working on a personal project with all kinds of ups and downs.

I have a couple of posts that I wanted to make from last year and then perhaps a new one or two.

Here is the most important project I have ever created:

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Long Hidden Until at Last

the setting sun gives life to shadows cast
from secret places
creeping forth from the past
the setting sun gives life to shadows cast
darkness comes revealing fast
heads hung low with hands on faces
the setting sun gives life to shadows cast
from secret places

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“Night Shadows” an etching by Edward Hopper, 1921

– This is a Triolet poem. Photo from The Metropolitan Museum of Art.