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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
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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.
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Hysterical Fiction
Word Count: 100
Beguiling, isn’t it?
it almost glows.
Mysterious, maybe?
just a little.
Could we walk?
I think not.
But we could float,
ah yes.
How are we feeling?
just fabulous!
So what will we do now?
just continue to float.
We won’t go back.
Never.
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Image credit: Sunira Moses @Unsplash
This image shows a body of water. The sunlight is reflecting on the water surface, the small waves look like being illuminated by a thousand bulbs.
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #343 photo prompt.
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ahh baa-lambs
so very, very cute
delightful
skip and jump
there’s almost always
two, they’re twins
spring, summer
are both very nice
oh, but then…
they slow down
they’re more mature
just staring
so off to market
we must not mention this, no
bye, goodbye, baa-lambs
so something
very different now
more than good
we’ve some spuds
some lovely mint sauce
‘lamb for lunch’
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Photo Prompt © Lori Wilson
Desperately don’t want to go there. Horrid, really horrid. Actually, pure hell. No really. These things are more than scary. Nope. Not going there.
Once was enough. So… So…
I’ll say nothing.
Definitely not.
My mind is made up. And why not? It’s my choice. Just my decision. No-one else.
Got that?
I’m looking at you… and you… and anyone around here.
It’s not going to happen.
There’s no mystery. It’s not that. Sleight of hand?
It sounds like a magician, perhaps? But no. Not that. That would be daft.
..
..
No. It’s those mannequins. I’d run a mile from them!
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Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
Shall we smile?
but of course!
we’re happy
and almost always.
We’re like peas in a pot,
and we love buttercups,
so pretty!
We’re not off our heads,
since that’s rather rude.
We’re still happy,
because we’re pencils
what a lovely life we have!
~~~
Image credit: Nik @Unsplash
This image shows a few yellow smiley face badges in green grass. Some of them are deliberately out of focus- giving an impression of a yellow aura to the smiles.
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #342 photo prompt.
‘What fun,’ grinned one of the boys.
‘Yes indeed,’ said the other one, ‘especially since we hopped on a bus, then we got out by this river in the Norfolk Broads.’
‘We have brought some sandwiches and we are wearing our wellies.’
‘And we have some fishing tackle, and we might even catch a couple of fishes.’
The two boys walked purposely.
‘It’s a bit deep by those reeds, and that’s going to be rather tricky,’ as one of them remarked.
But a moment later they heard an interesting sound.
‘Ooh, it’s a chug-chug-chug noise, and it’s getting closer.’
And very soon a cabin cruiser appeared.
‘Do you want to hop over here on the next bend?’ shouted an old guy on the boat. ‘I’m sure both of you will enjoy this.’
And so they did.
The two boys didn’t manage to catch a fish, but it was still fun.
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150 words
Photo Prompt © Lisa Fox
Okay, time to get rid of all this stuff, as she smiled to herself. All this waste of nonsense, it’s got to go, and soon, very soon.
She began to move things around. Aha, there’s a big box here, and another big box there, plus many, many cartons. There are even in those darkest areas, there are some old tea chests. She’s determined not to open any of those.
Really?
Yep, she’s focused.
Should she have a little poke inside?
No. Don’t even think about that. No… and no.
Hmm.
Shall she do this for another day?
Yep, that’s fine.
~~~
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
Look at these,
aren’t they awesome,
so very cool,
such lovely colours.
Repurposed,
and so clever,
who would’ve thought
to do this, and so well.
So gay,
since spring has sprung,
there’re daffodils, tulips
and pretty pansies.
Aren’t we lucky to be in Amsterdam!
~~~
Image credit: Chris Weiher @Unsplash
This is a shot of a wall. At the bottom, a metal tub sits, full of colorful flowers growing in it. On the wall, there are five shoes nailed and in three of them, flowers are stuck in them- all of them are yellow. There are two red shoes placed higher than the yellow ones and those are empty.
Written in response to Sadje‘s What Do You See #341 photo prompt.
up, up, up, from the deep pool
this pretty water maiden
is hungry, actually ravenous
she scans the pool edge
aha, there’s wild wood garlic
there are artichokes and chives
and even some watercress
this’ll be a great feast
so she’ll munch and munch, and burp
since there is no one around
she’s sometimes sad, but not much
she lives a good life
one day she will find a mate
and that will be quite awesome
but now everything is fine
going down, down, down
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