Let’s paddle by the river,
not too far though;
it’s rather wide and deep,
also a bit chilly,
at least I think so.
Fun, I’d say,
such a lovely day,
just me,
and my dog.
And a few hours later,
we’ll go home,
smiling.
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Image credit: Rafael Peier @Unsplash
This image shows a house on the bank of a river. There is a pier leading to the river from the house. There are tall trees surrounding the house.
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #349 photo prompt.
It was very quiet, she thought, there was hardly anyone around, and it was almost lunch-time. Most odd, she felt. She had been pottering around as usual, in the tiny town. She loved this place, and she had been there several times, since she saved up her money for two whole weeks, and now she was on holiday.
She took her small sketch book with some pencils. That’s what she does for pleasure. Noticing a nice café, she sat down.
But where is everyone?
The waiter appeared and grinned. “You don’t know what happened a couple of hours ago?”
so she shook her head
football? she looked all around
that lot England won!
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Image credit: Waldemar Brandt @ Unsplash
This is a scene from Kokkari, Samos, Greece. In the morning hours, you can walk alone through the empty streets. Kokkari is a small and nice village without big hotel resorts. This image shows an empty street, lined with small shops and a cafe/ restaurant.
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #348 photo prompt.
What a life he has,
no worries, no consequences.
He lives in an apartment,
not large, but large enough,
and right by the canal.
It seems idyllic,
and kind of it is.
However, he’s a poet,
and today, he can’t find
anything to say!
~~~
Image credit: Llia Bronskiy @Unsplash
This image shows a man lying beside a canal in Zurich, Switzerland. His head is cushioned by his bag/ backpack and his arm is covering his eyes. Behind him, a boat can be seen traveling in the canal.
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #346 photo prompt.
Photo Prompt © C. E. Ayr
What? It’s coming down?
No, surely not.
But it is.
Look, over there. See, that thing is not part of that cloud.
What?
It’s not just that cloud, it’s too dense.
Dense? That sounds like you.
What?
Sorry, just making a joke… ish.
More than feeble, but never mind about that. That cloud, is not a cloud; that is something much more interesting.
So what?
Well, it’s moving more quickly… and lower now. Oh, but now we can’t see it, since the mountain is in the way. Damn!
So what are you thinking?
Aliens, and a ship.
What?
Defo, aliens.
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Sci-fi
Word Count: 100
just a tiny bird
but so beautiful, so cute
bright yellow feathers
are more than brilliant, just fab
and she knows that doesn’t she.
“A bird does not sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.”
hey there little one
what can you see right up there?
maybe there’s a mate
is it? really? that is great
but you’re off, ah well, see you!
— Maya Angelou
~~~
Image credit: Mark Olsen @Unsplash
This image shows a Yellow Warbler singing from a sunlit branch during spring migration at Magee Marsh Wildlife Area on the southern shore of Lake Erie, Ohio.
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #345 photo prompt.
‘What’s this?’
‘Bizarre.’
The two boys had just stopped by one of the shops.
‘I don’t remember seeing this.’
‘Me neither.’
‘But what is in this window anyway?’
Then one of them looked up to see the sign.
‘It says that this is a barber’s shop, but it seems, well, odd.’
The shop door opened with a happy ding-dong bell, as a large jolly man waved some scissors at them. ‘Want to do you’re short back and sides then, young boys?’
The two of them grin, then one of them said. ‘It was only last week, so no thank you.’
Then the other one said. ‘Please can we see what’s in the window?’
‘Do come in. You’ll like this!’
‘See, they should sing but not until the fourth one is back. Just a little crack to make him better. Then it’ll be a barbershop quartet, and that will be lovely.’
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150 words
Photo Prompt © James Pyles
Graffiti maybe, but it isn’t. No. This is more.
You are saying, what?
This is Art. Real art.
Is it? Art?
It is.
So what’s the difference? I mean, do tell. I do want to understand the difference.
Well, it’s the way that it works. It’s the fab colours, the drawings are divine, and many deep meanings… shall I go on?
Well, why not. I am trying at least.
Okay. Let’s walk a little further.
I just had a thought.
Did you?
It’s a song. You’ll know it.
Sorry. I’m not getting this…
It’s this one. Art For Art’s Sake!
~~~
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
Snow in June? Surely not, as she peered from her window. No, it can’t be snow, it doesn’t look right. As she moved closer, almost sticking her nose on the windowpane.
Clouds on the ground? Most odd, since the sky all around is bright blue. She would even call that sky cerulean, such a pretty name. So those clouds can’t be clouds, but what in the world are they?
So she opened her door. Bizarrely the ground was made of candy and bubble-gum. And she was now holding some flowers.
She must be dreaming… surely.
Ah well, back to bed!
~~~
Image credit: Mehrab Sium @Unsplash
This image shows an open door from which a hand extends holding a bouquet of pinkish white flowers. This image is superimposed on an image of a cloudy sky, giving the impression that the wall with the door is resting on the clouds.
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #344 photo prompt.
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big buttercups, buzz
darling daisies walk the talk
golden butterflies
fling nectar through those tall trees
the summer time vibe goes on
Summertime, and the living is easy. —Ella Fitzgerald
let’s lie on the hay
drinking some boozy bourbon
eat eggs and mustard
just a mellow afternoon
as a black crow cracks a joke
~~~
Photo Prompt © Lily
One could reminisce just here.
The two of them would continue to stay there all the time.
They’re very close to the lovely lake, such a good idea.
Pretty, too.
Maybe they are thinking.
About what?
Well, anything.
Or maybe nothing.
So, which?
I’d say… and again
It’s what?
Reminiscing.
You think so?
I do.
Pretty, aren’t they.
Of course.
Those excellent chairs.
Oh yes, bright pink.
Pink?
I thought it was more mauve?
Really?
I’d say so.
Okay, not a problem.
Anything else we should say?
Anything meaningful?
No.
Let’s just scatter them down there.
Now, enough, let’s go.
~~~
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Hysterical Fiction
Word Count: 100
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