No place like…

PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria


I grew up on an island. My family’s business was fish.

All us kids had jobs. Mine was collecting fish guts, tails, heads in a bucket; bait for the next day’s catch.

I hated it; the salty air, the fishy smells and slimy ooze.

When I graduated from college I landed my dream job and settled in the city, as far away as possible from the coast.

My company recently transferred me to its new office. “You’ll love the view,” they said.

Funny! Ended up where I started but with a bird-eye view. Have to admit, I do love it.

kat – 30 March 2017

For Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Friday Fictioneers challenge based on this photo by Fatima Fakier Deria.


Sludge

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photo by Caleb Woods via Unsplash

Sludge

Charlie spent months researching, attending conferences, test driving models, doing side-by-side feature comparisons and saving extra cash, a lot of it, until he settled on the perfect drone.

On the day of her maiden voyage, Natasha (Charlie liked to name things) was magnificent to behold hovering in the wild blue sky, dipping, weaving, soaring, with Charlie at the controls orchestrating her every move until a gust of wind tossed her just out of radio contact range.

Charlie felt the hiccup first in his fingers, like a skipped heartbeat, the empty disconnect that plunged him into despair and poor Natasha into the middle of a nearby lake where she sunk and settled into the ooze, never to be seen again.

~kat – 30 March 2017

For Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge based on this photo prompt by Caleb Woods via Upsplash.


Doors – A Haiku

auras could mingle,
presence, just a breath away
before there were doors

-kat – 29 March 2017

For Haiku Horizons Challenge based on the prompt word, “door”. 


Sleepwalking – WOW – Whiteout Challenge #8

For this week’s White Out Wednesday Challenge. This is the jumbled splash of words I got from the original text that you can read HERE. and below that is my own scribbling. A new challenge this week…move the lines around. I played it safe and moved just one line out of sequence. I think it worked out okay. Thanks Pat for another fun lunch break exercise. Back to work!  🙂

WOP29Mar17

Sleepwalking is
hope infused
with beauty
and light, dreams
crystallize into
reality; a pity
I don’t want
more. What
difference
does it make?
I never want
for anything.
Actually, it’s
a dream to be
dreaming. I
make my little
plans and feel
a tinge of
gratitude.
Miraculous
universe,
remarkably
dangerous!

~kat – 29 March 2017

 


Spring Fresh


spring-infused dewdrops
summon seeds from muddy crypts
fresh from Gaia’s heart

~kat – 28 March 2017

For Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge, prompt words “spring” and “fresh”.