I am not here now. I serve the future. We are making memories. One day, Mary, we’ll look back and see how happy we were today: the freedom of the open road in our campervan; the exotic food we ate; the carefree way we ran into the breakers and embraced.
Such memories!
Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here
“These are not weeds, but garlands woven by time on your existence." It is my tenth day in the seniors’ home. I’m doing a survey for my thesis on speed of social change. I gather distilled wisdom, but the context has changed. They are unable to build a relevance for themselves in new frameworks. I … Continue reading Mechanics
spirit virtues ..... by judeitakali
Photo by Darren Lawrence on Pexels.com CIDORMA = CINQUAIN + SHADORMA Am Ithe brave personyou make me out to beI had no option to turn back-I walkedtill my feet ached with a parched throatsurvival drove me therewhere you found me...Soldiers!I salutegenerosityyou saved measked questionsgave me credit fordiscovering oasis https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2021/06/29/colleens-2020-weekly-tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-232-specificform/
Long haul before dawn ….. by Artie & Stu
We don’t need you to make us feel safe, because you made us feel brave – selah.
Teddy Bears watching from the windows
have gone back to their beds.
The trembling world has shaken us to the bone
but the winding river
brings us forever home.
Darkness covers the earth
and daybreak’s first light
inspires our morning glory
to blossom in solemnity.
you dressed meas you like to seeI do feelconfidentseeing reflectionsof loving hearts in your eyes https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/06/28/what-do-you-see-88-june-28-2021/
The gift of humanity ….by Punam
Alone, abandoned and adrift
in the tsunami of turbulent times
we learnt the hard way to stay afloat
we also learnt to look out for each other.
Each day a commoner lent a hand
each day brought stories of humanitarianism
each day many a precious lives were lost
each day some small victories were won too!
The powers to be never tried to make us feel safe
so we learnt to be brave to survive
the best gift that we gave to each other;
we not only held hands, despite the distance, but also beat most odds!
You were four .....by Dora
The sadness behind this prompt hits me hard as I write this. The kid shown in the pic lost her father today. Her mother, whom I see as an exceptionally strong woman, fought till the end, staying afloat with her Buddhist beliefs and chanting “Nam myoho renge Kyo.” It kept her going, if nothing else. … Continue reading Grief
Photo by Daria Shevtsova on Pexels.com I inked a deal with myself, and then let it all flow. It had the warmth of tears, and coldness of regret. https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2021/06/26/weekend-writing-prompt-215-ink/
