It was there, the street, the trees, the light of passing traffic, the dying sun rays. It was winter, the air was cold. Suddenly it's all gone: the dream is over, the light faded, the rain came. Was it ever real, the long stairway, the high ceiling, the flowers on the balcony, the canal. The … Continue reading Nostalgy
Author: Sisyphus47
Tower #writephoto
Today's prompt You knew I would come back, not only because I said I would, but also because you could read into the future as well as the past. But this was long ago, and now that I am here I am at a loss as to where to find you. This place is familiar, … Continue reading Tower #writephoto
Lake #writephoto
weekly #writephoto They were back, after all that time, back in the forests they loved, and by the lake. There was no noise, part from the low howling of the eastern wind in the trees, and from time to time the sound of water droplets from where a fish, or its ghost, came to the … Continue reading Lake #writephoto
Dinosaur #writephoto
#WRITEPHOTO CHALLENGE "It's not a dinosaur!" say I, turning to her in indignation. "No, she replies, you're right, it's a mammoth, an ancient, prehistorical elephant." It is not just accuracy I am after, it's also justice. What is the poor animal doing here? In this polished park, out of his time, his natural habitat, which … Continue reading Dinosaur #writephoto
Table #writephoto
Today's photo prompt As we approached the clearing we saw that eight of them were already there, sitting in silence. The ninth chair appeared to be empty, though to a mere mortal they all did. So it was that two of them, probably, were fake members, pretending to be us, and claiming the opposite: that … Continue reading Table #writephoto
Neptune #writephoto
Today's photo prompt The god wears a crown, so that passersby may think he's a king. He's waiting, trident poised, is he fishing? From the little bridge we observe him. The park is calm, silent, visitors are few. But we know: this is a magical spot, full of secrets. We never miss a chance to … Continue reading Neptune #writephoto
Beginnings #writephoto
Alone, at the end, a fallen hero…
He knew where they had met, but he was less certain of when that was. He remembered the small town, and the woods, above all the woods, where they walked, kissed, watched the sun rise, the freezing dawns, enlaced, forever at one, with each other, and with the trees.
She was the one, and those were their beginnings. They watched the sun set, the skies on fire. Her grey eyes reflected the light. He had felt so strong then. He was, so they called him. She watched him go, such a breakup in her heart…
Now, after all the death, the sand, the blood, he was back. Alone, at the end, a fallen hero.
The past is ahead of us
The days are grey, but slowly growing longer. He wishes he had the courage to start editing the manuscripts that lay dormant on his hard drive. Procrastination? Maybe, but more likely he is afraid of what he might discover, under layers of words, some truth he may have missed at the time of writing. His … Continue reading The past is ahead of us
Soar #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt "They are already on the move? They are geese, I think, perhaps a vanguard, it would mean a very early winter..." "Or they are tourists, having a look around. Besides, a storm is bubbling up above us, they could be looking for shelter." "Or they are spirits, warning us to leave, while … Continue reading Soar #writephoto
Deeper #writephoto
Inspired by today's photo prompt "This far, and no further", you said in your best matter-of-fact voice. There is no way to see how deep the water is, and what the darkness may conceal. "Turning back is no option." I can but agree with you, the choice is simple: face the hideous horde behind us, … Continue reading Deeper #writephoto
