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
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Afar #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt "Thus, what you are saying is that for years the government has had this beautiful valley reserved to store nuclear stuff?" "Well, first of all, none of this is to reach the media, do you understand? This is highly sensitive material, and everything would be denied anyway..." "Okay, but you said … Continue reading Afar #writephoto
Onward #writephoto
Onward We stop at the top of the small hill, and look down at the road meandering away from us. The bikes lie on the short grass, next to tall poles that remind us that, here, the snow can erase everything, and level the landscape, but we are too early for it. The air … Continue reading Onward #writephoto
Between #writephoto
Between It was a wonderful day, walking along the ancient path, through the beloved hills. Closer to the village, a helpful farmer had left the way clear, in the middle of the fields of colza. The scent of the crop was strong in the cool air. They stopped, looking at each other. "We will … Continue reading Between #writephoto
Distant #writephoto
Distant Around them the circle of stones would be their refuge, their protectors against the demons of the night. She looked away toward the snow-covered hills: "There will be our home. In the morning we will cross those fields, and then climb up. But tonight we will rest. The ancient warriors are there: look! … Continue reading Distant #writephoto
Of Glass & Paper 