photo by Hans Vivek via Unsplash
It was more than a “clean up on aisle 3” type of request which is why the police were called and the sanitation crew ordered to wait outside for their arrival.
This was the 10th time in as many months that they had been called to the Utopia Night Club on Main to clean up the mess, interestingly, always the day following a full moon.
It was particularly gruesome and troubling that splattered everywhere was not the usual animal blood, but human.
For Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge based on this photo by photo by Hans Vivek via Unsplash.
they hardly notice
the armed guards, or so they say,
their hearts aflutter
A Collom Lune (A tercet (three-line poem) that has 3 words in the first line, 5 in the second, and 3 in the third. There are no other rules.) for Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge inspired by this photo by Manu Sanchez via Unsplash
Photo by Bogdan Dada via Unsplash
Passersby could not help but notice the rusted chain and padlock on the loft window of the tower, but they never let on, following the unspoken town rule of silence while passing.
When visitors came to town, the locals were swift to scurry them past, lest they disturb the fiend that resided behind the faded blue shutters by asking too loudly about the chains.
It was such a sad story, you see, because the only way they could save themselves from the cruel edicts of the terrible dictator was to lock him away with cable tv, fast food and a phone for tweeting.
Sorry…just had to have a bit of fun with this one. Have a lovely week everyone. This little story is for Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge based on the photo above by Bogdan Dada via Unsplash
photo by Tobias Keller via Unsplash
“I never thought I’d be rounding up cattle like a Cowboy!” Hannah chirped from the rear of the team.
“You are more like a Cowgirl, sis” her brother quipped, “but the most important thing is that you are here and we are giving these guys a new life at Harmony Farms.”
Hannah smiled, settling into the saddle, “I couldn’t imagine one of these babies on someone’s plate at the local steakhouse!”
(A disclaimer…I am a vegetarian, 😉 and this is how I imagine cattle rustling.)
A Three Line Tale inspired by the photo above.
too many to count
souls lost to the greed of men
darkness can’t hide them
For Sonya’ Three Line Tale Challenge based on this photo by gn dim via Unsplash.