a new ball of yarn
to toss, tangle and unwind
“’tis bliss,” hissed the cat!
kat – 17 September 2016
A haiku for Sonya’s Three Line Tales based in this photo by Philip Estrada.
a new ball of yarn
to toss, tangle and unwind
“’tis bliss,” hissed the cat!
kat – 17 September 2016
A haiku for Sonya’s Three Line Tales based in this photo by Philip Estrada.

photo by Steven Wei
She never saw the bus, but there was screaming, “Oh my God, look out Miss!”
Then lightness, serene calm and a swirling sky above beckoning her to fly.
“To fly?” she thought, “this must be heaven!”
kat ~ 9 September 2016
For Sonya’s Three Word Tale Challenge based on the photo above.

photo by Alex Hockett
Maddie’s parents sat across from them in the easy chairs facing the sofa, her mother’s hands trembling slightly from an excess of nerves as she offered cookies to their guest, while her father tilted his head slightly, a serious expression of concern darkening his face.
To their surprise and Maddie’s delight, they found Jon to be exceptionally pleasant, well-spoken and an expert in his field, computer programming; an engaging fellow from a good family, and someone they would have considered quite a catch, were it not for his ink and excessive jewelry.
After several minutes of polite conversation, Maddie cut to the chase with an announcement that caused her mother to drop the cookie tray and her father to launch into a coughing fit, “I’m so glad you all are getting along, because Jon and I are so happy and couldn’t wait to tell you that we eloped while we were in Vegas!”
kat ~ 1 September 2016
A Three Line Tale for Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge based on this photo by Alex Hockett.

photo by Rachel Crowe
It was fashioned of brushed brass, clicking cogs, and black dials and numbers set on an ivory face, a treasure passed from generation to generation, to the eldest son, as was customary in their family.
But because the current generation had produced no male heirs, the family’s patriarch had arranged for the pocket watch to be locked in a vault for safe keeping until the next male progeny was born…except…this was the 21st Century and there were three daughters waiting in the wings.
Members of the family petitioned the old man to consider the eldest of the three, an accomplished, intelligent young woman, to be the next owner of the watch, and he, after careful consideration and a twinkle in his eye as he gazed intently into hers, exclaimed, “Well hell, why not!” embracing his favorite girl sealing the deal; and a dusty old tradition was shattered by an antique, just like that!
kat ~ 25 August 2016
In response to Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge based on this photo by Rachel Crowe.
fire and ice collide
tempest arcs in ecstasy
moaning, drenched in tearskat ~ 18 August 2016
For Sonya of Only 100 Words’ Three Line Tale Challenge based on this spectacular photograph by Breno Machado.