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The Round-up

photo by Tobias Keller via Unsplash

The Round-up

“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!”

~kat

(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

too many to count
souls lost to the greed of men
darkness can’t hide them

~kat

For Sonya’ Three Line Tale Challenge based on this photo by gn dim via Unsplash.


It’s Not a Sign

I’ve never believed in signs.

Except today, after a series of idiotic missteps, the dog getting loose on our walk, misplacing my car keys, a telemarketer who called as I was walking out the door, who wouldn’t let me get a word in edgewise, so I just hung up because I was running late, only to be stuck in traffic, but not before getting lost after being detoured because of construction on Main, that made me miss my appointment, landing me in the reception area to wait for an opening in the schedule, where I met you, waiting like me after missing your appointment.

But like I said, I don’t believe in signs, although…no…no, I don’t believe in signs, but I get the feeling that you and I happened upon something here and if not for my crappy day up until this point, I might never have met you.

~kat

A Three Line Tale that breaks all the rules for run-on sentences and rambling gibberish, prompted by this photo by Austin Chan via Unsplash.


Alchemy

inkwell alchemy
swirling into syllables
channeling the muse

~kat

For Three Line Tales Challenge, a Haiku inspired by this photo by Kira auf der Heide via Unsplash.


Lone Survivor – A Three Line Tale

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photo by Bryan Minear via Unsplash

The explosion and loss of pressure sent the plane into a terrifying spiral, tossing passengers like ragdolls against the cabin ceiling; thirty horrible seconds that seemed like hours, lights flashing, people screaming, the fuselage groaning, ending suddenly into dead, black silence.

Sarah roused to the smell of jet fuel, the glare of red flashing lights and the tinny sound of rescuers calling for survivors on bullhorns.

With her legs broken, she managed to stretch her hand into to the air, crying out, a faint whisper, “I’m here.”

~kat

For Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge based on the photo above by Bryan Minear via Unsplash.