Thursday photo prompt "Those worn steps," she said as they stood in front of their door, "speak of our story..." She was right, but he was pleased there was then no-one to hear, or see them. How could they explain? They were coming home, after so many years. Years? Ney, decades, or worse. This … Continue reading Worn #writephoto
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Darkness #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt You see, after all it is coming, as you said it would. All we have to do now is wait. The land is dry. We will wait for the rain, we will wait for more. Then the deluge will come, as you said, once darkness has arrived. As you said.
Glisten #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt Is this you, running toward me, in the dying light of our star? Is it you, or your double, or your servant? I know it cannot be you, how much I wished it were. But I know: I lost you, eons ago, far away. Tonight I remember, the long voyage, the … Continue reading Glisten #writephoto
Vista #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt "Soon we will be back, walking those hills, and finding ourselves, again." It's true, she thought, life is an eternal come back. Simply, we change, not the hills, not the sky. Only us grow old. Or it feels like it. So, we will have to rewrite the story, or is it … Continue reading Vista #writephoto
Dream #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt They were back, still in a daze, amazed at the colours, the air, the clouds. She took his hand, in silence, knowing he could not be reached, yet. Was this real? Or was it a dream, another dream? If it was, then she did not want to wake him up, or … Continue reading Dream #writephoto
Silver #writephoto
Thursday writing prompt "I am glad you brought me here, Paul," she said in a whisper, "I have never seen water on this scale. Even here, this small pool. And the wet sand..." The boy looked back at her, his young bride, as through her veil he saw the blue in blue eyes. "This … Continue reading Silver #writephoto
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, … Continue reading Soar #writephoto
Secret #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt You can stop worrying, no-one will ever know, your secret is safe, hidden, under key. Now you have regained your freedom, there is no evidence, no proof, nothing has ever happened. Your thoughts are safe, and as you well know, time erases everything. So, it is up to you, what you … Continue reading Secret #writephoto
Veiled #writephoto
Thursday writing prompt What is there beyond? Is it in our time, or elsewhere, across a void? If we walked to the edge, what would we find? Is there a bridge, through the veil? Is it passable? What would we find in that wilderness, would we meet other beings, or only rocks? Is it … Continue reading Veiled #writephoto
Guardian #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt I am waiting. I know you will come, when does not matter to me: I am old, and patient. When you arrive, I will be ready. Maybe, by then, you will be wiser. If not, woe to you. You may think that, after those eons, I should have forgotten. Poor you. … Continue reading Guardian #writephoto
