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Twittering Tales #22 – 21 March 2017

About the challenge:  Each Tuesday I will provide a prompt, and your mission, if you choose to play along, is to tell a story based on that prompt in 140 characters or less.

If you accept the challenge, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale. A final note: if you need help tracking the number of characters in your story, there is a nifty online tool that will count for you at charactercountonline.com.

I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing us a new prompt.

Have Fun! 🙂

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Twittering Tales #21 – The Round Up

Photo by Pixabay.com

Last week’s tales are fabulous! We even had a few new folks join us. Who knew that antique typewriter had so many stories to tell? Apparently you all did! Thank you to everyone who added their voice to the conversation.

From Michael at Morpethroad

If only, if only,
that one elusive word.
willing it to leap out
I know it’s on the tip of my tongue.
I wonder, could it be?
Darling, I need you!

(139 Characters)

From Nicola at Sometimes Stellar Storyteller

Horror-scope
The typing started at 11:58pm. It stopped at sunrise. Some found my luck unnerving, some mind-boggling. My morning preface never let me down

(140 Characters)

From Irena at Books and Hot Tea

She typed, sighed, and crumpled another paper. The typewriter wanted to sigh, too. It could tell her what to write, if only it could speak.
(140 characters)

From Lady Lee at Lady Lee Manila

One simple word that shouldn’t be taken for granted. Once that is lost, it will never be the same again. The ground for respect – TRUST!
(136 Characters)

From Peter at Peter’s Ponderings

It starts with one word
which nobody heard.
’twas typed by a ghost
and sent in the post.
The ghost, a poor sinner
was hailed as the winner!

(135 Characters)

From Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes

Hemingway, in the heavenly Writers’ Corner, sullenly one-finger types, shooting murderous glances at the newbies with their Mac Books.
(134 Characters)

From Martin at Martin Cororan Blog

Every morning the same missive: “Is that you Jimmy? I know you poisoned me! Goddammit! Why couldn’t I have possessed something with Wi-Fi?”
(139 characters)

From Kirst at Kirst Writes

each letter a clatter
word follows word
aching fingers growing stronger
stories gradually getting longer
word after word after word

(130 characters)

From Di at Pensitivity101

Writer’s block.
Everyone gets it.
Inspiration would come through sleep.
When she awoke, the prompt was there.

(106 characters)

From Kathryn at Another Foodie Blogger

As punishment for texting in class I was told to sit down and finish the sentence. I couldn’t find the return key.
(114 Characters)

From Mick from Mick E Talbot Poems

GUILTY
it caught him out
forensic evidence
it was the type
the crime plagiarism
his words not my typing
case now closed
he got done for swiping
not typing

(140 characters)

From Sangbad at Thoughts of Words

A missile impacted somewhere nearby. The flame of the candle quiver. She needs to complete the next episode to earn bread for few more days.
(139 Characters)

From Patty on Twitter @pjstemple

She warned she’d speak. He laughed as if to challenge her. She relished the feel of the keys as she typed the first word: Abuse
(127 Characters)

From Reena at Reinventions

It starts with one word – dreams. It grows into ambition, success, greed, obsession or crime. The end depends on how the world reacts to it.
(140 characters)

From Bikergurl

If only you’d write the words to set me free. Instead, you allow me to languish without you in obscurity – longing only for your touch.
(135 characters)

From Carol at Writing and Works

It started with one word. What it was exactly, I can’t remember. The world perhaps. The universe? This? Us? All of it from one, little word.
[140 characters]

From Lorraine at 25 Words More or Less, two very different tales.

It starts with one word, whispered. More words, voices create hateful sentences, paragraphs of lies. Fiction becomes fact; untruths become real. (142) [21]

Ancient artifact captures the imagination of an inquisitive child. Taloned green fingers tap rhythmically on rusted keys. (120) [17]

From Deek The Cool Bookworm at Jot the Thought

He found the old typewriter in an attic. He began writing. As his name features on the bestseller’s list, his grandfather beams from above.
(139 characters)

From The Grateful Dead

It starts with one word…it ends with one too. LOVE – a complete story in itself.
(82 characters)

From Francine at Woman Walking Max

“Horror-scope”
Madame Clair Voyant ” for you I see woes, money troubles, your home gone. Georgina ” George the bailiffs are outside! ”
(96 characters)

From Julia at Trailing Something

I write what people tell me, whether that comes from their hearts, souls, minds, or a God above. I don’t know why or what point I’m making.
(139 Characters)

And from me

The former owner of the old house was a writer. Ten years after his death he finished his novel. The author’s name? Ghostwriter, of course!
(139 Characters)
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Twittering Tale #22 – 21 March 2017

I can spend hours looking at photos for the prompt each week. Eventually I know I’ve found “the one” when I keep going back to it. That’s how it was with this week’s photo from pexels.com. I love the bright, mismatched clothing that this old woman is wearing. She is very spring-like. Or maybe she’s a witch or an angel or just a crazy old bird lady. Who is she? What’s in that satchel she’s carrying? Where is she going or coming from? Help me solve the mystery with your twittering tale this week. I have to warn you though. You may find that you have more to say about her than a tweet allows. I know I did. But remember you only have 140 characters to bring her story to life. Most of all, have fun. I can’t wait to read your stories. 😊

Photo from pexels.com

My Take…

Eternity’s Midwife (Dedicated to some compassionate Hospice volunteers I have known.<3)

Miss Nellie had a way with birthin’. “Laboring takes long as it takes,” she’d say. When time came she’d sigh, “go on now, heaven’s awaitin.”

(140 Characters)

~kat


Twittering Tales #21 – 14 March 2017

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If you accept the challenge, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale.

A final note: if you need help tracking the number of characters in your story, there is a nifty online tool that will count for you at charactercountonline.com.

I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing a new prompt. Have Fun!

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Twittering Tales #20 – The Round Up

You all wrote some fantastic tales for last week’s photo prompt. Here’s the line up! This week we had break ups and break downs, alien invasions, loss, desperation, intrigue, mystery, art…oh the drama! Thanks everyone for having such a good time with this one. Hope to see you next week! 🙂

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Gayl at Gayl Wright-Words, Photos and Art wrote:

Trust Betrayed
Tired of his shallow, twisted excuses, she became angry.
Hurling the goblet to the floor she screamed,
“Go! I never want to see you again!”
(139 characters)

Broken but Determined
Like this broken glass
A marriage had been shattered

He chose another

Not to be kept down
She worked hard for their children
Filling in the gaps
(139 characters)

Michael at Morpethroad wrote:

I carried it around the world, through every customs place imaginable, and as fate would have it, I dropped it out of the box at home. Ugh!
(139 Characters)

Kathryn at Another Foodie Blogger wrote:

She held her wrist inches above the glass. “God, please someone help me!” she pleaded. The door opened slowly, as tears streamed down. “Mom?”
(141 Characters)

Lorraine at 25 Words, More or Less wrote:

She is like a broken wine glass; the stem remains, but her mind, the bowl, is gone.
(84 characters)

Jane at Jane Dougherty Writes wrote:

The reception committee paused, champagne untasted, as the aliens munched through their coupes before starting on the silver cake stands.
(137 Characters)

Di at Pensitivity101 wrote:

‘Darling, you know I can’t attend these dos without a glass in my hand!’
‘Does it have to be full? Hang on, I have the perfect solution.’
(136 characters)

Francine at Woman Walking Max wrote:

Romantic dinner, I’m the only one for you? Liar. Your turn to hurt now. Cheers
(79 Characters)

Sudha at SriSudhaK wrote:

Wow geeta! You sketched it with perfection. I must say,”Amazing 3d art dear..!” And here goes my caption “A bit of optimism -Last hope”
(135 Characters)

Reena at ReInventuions wrote:

Jim was the container to hold her joy in life. He disappeared. The base was intact. She just had to drill a hole, for happiness to re-enter.
(140 Characters)

Irena at Books and Hot Tea wrote:

“It’s done. You broke it,” she wept. 

The tone of her voice hit him like a punch. It sounded like she wasn’t talking about the glass anymore.
(140 characters)

Peter at Peter’s Ponderings wrote:

The magic flute was no more.
It had refilled itself with champagne for the last time.
Paula had savoured, slurped, then sloshed.
Both smashed!
(140 characters)

Kirst at Kirst Writes wrote:

You’re late. Again.
I’m here now. Happy anniversary.
She could smell cheap perfume. As he leaned towards her, she hurled the champagne flute.
(139 characters)

John at Broadsides wrote:

There are no fingerprints. It is washed. There are slivers still in the flesh of his throat, He cannot, they cannot, say who struck the blow.
(141 Characters)

and I started everyone off with this…

“I will never forgive you!” she cried. “It was my grandma’s.”
“I’m so sorry,” he lamented. He knew she wasn’t crying about a broken glass.
(138 Characters)

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Twittering Tales #21 – 14 March 2016

First off, WHAT IS THIS? Haha! Just kidding. I love antiques. But I must admit, I remember plunking on a modern version of one of these. And then I remember getting really excited when they became electrified. Of course many were over the moon over word processing machines…not quite a computer…where you typed on a keyboard and the words showed on a tiny screen instead of paper. No more carbon paper to make copies or chalky correction tape, no more messy typewriter ribbons. It was fabulous. My, my how far we have come. Anyhow, I like this photo because there is a bit of text on the paper in the typewriter. Your challenge…if you like…write a tale that continues the line typed on the paper. Or just let yourself go like I did and write what first pops into your head. Words, words, words swirling around in our heads…whatever shall we do with them! Have Fun! 🙂

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Photo from Pixabay.com

The former owner of the old house was a writer. Ten years after his death he finished his novel. The author’s name? Ghostwriter, of course!

~kat
(139 Characters)

 

 


Twittering Tales #20 – 6 March 2017

About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a prompt photo. Your mission is to tell a story based on that prompt in 140 characters or less.

If you accept the challenge, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale.

A final note: if you need help tracking the number of characters in your story, there is a nifty online tool that will count for you at charactercountonline.com.

I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing a new prompt. Have Fun!

Here is our round up for this week’s prompt. I love everyone’s take. So many topics! Romance, Mystery, Heartache, Anger, Drama, Life and Death and the meaning of it all! Thanks so much to everyone who gave it a try this week. Here’s the prompt pic again, followed by your fabulous tales! If I missed your take, please be sure to let me know so I can add it to the round up.

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Twittering Tale #19 – 28 March 2017

Michael at Morpethroad:
The burning flame ignites passions.
She reaches out
He takes her hand
Steadies her lighting the candle
Illuminating the essence of their love.
(138 Characters)

Sri Sudha K at Naa Prapancham, My World

She could no longer bear the pain of separation; so,she set herself on fire to join his beloved soul..Her husband who died fighting cancer..
(140 Characters)
&
His smoking habit killed her-she was bitten by lung cancer; Her only fault was loving him the way he was. But,he realised her love only after he lost her.
(154 Characters)

Reena at Reinventions

Tabloids screamed of the star’s affair, upsetting his wife. The editor’s wife, a divorce lawyer told her, “There is no smoke without fire.”
(139 Characters)

Di at Pensitivity101

A flash, so bright,
Penetrates the night,
The smell of smoke
Lingers to choke
That final sigh,
And then we die.

(105 characters)

Sangbad at Thoughts of Words

He saw a shadow in the light of his last match. It was not of his. As light dim he heard another strike of match or was it the “clap”.
(134 Characters)

Lorraine at in 25 words more or less

smoke vapour curls round flower flame. flash point. sliver of a moment. cosmic spark. quicken. embrace. to be born is to die.
(126 Characters)

Jane from Jane Dougherty Writes

Orangehead hung onto the post with his failing strength but the earthwinds, too strong for his wispy frame, dispersed his atoms like mist.
(138 Characters)

Willow at Willowdot21

A moment in time. Smoke wisps grey, flame as yellow as the forgotten sun As the red tip expired with the heat she died her life done
(140 Characters )

Kathryn at Another Foodie Blogger

“After the tunnel collapsed upon them, Jim found a lone match in his pants to strike. Can they find an escape route before it burns out?”
(137 Characters)

Francine at Woman Walking Max

Gondolier: Carnival is over Colombine. Your lover Harlequin lies in the crypt. Be brave, follow this light.
(107 Characters)

Kirst at KirstWrites

Light a candle. That’s all you can do. Focus on the flame. Maybe the smoke will carry our hopes to some god or kindly fairy up there.
(133 characters)

Leara at Leara Writes and Takes Pics

A word lit the flame. Hooded figures chanted. The fire grew, and smoke billowed. This world, a failed experiment, would burn to start anew.
(139 Characters)

Irena at Books and Hot Tea

Matches burn slowly, as smoke dances around. She burned up quickly, in the outburst of once tamed anger. Her smoke swallowed all it touched.
(140 characters)

Peter at Peter’s Pondering

Sulphur and brine
a view that is mine
our food just isn’t the same
we haven’t a hope
til we see how we cope
with preservatives put to the flame
(140 characters)

and my little tale to start the things off:

The bitter-sweet fusion of sulfur and gasoline seared her nostrils. She flung the match into the darkened room; the past best left to ashes.
(140 Characters)

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Twittering Tale #20 – 7 March 2017

I like what everyone did with last week’s abstract image. You all are so creative! Here’s another odd photo for you to simmer on. What is the story behind this photo? Mmmmm. I do hope you’ll give it a go. Have fun! My tale is below.

Photo from Pixabay.com

“I will never forgive you!” she cried. “It was my grandma’s.”

“I’m so sorry,” he lamented. He knew she wasn’t crying about a broken glass.

~kat
(138 Characters)


Twittering Tales #19 – 28 February 2017

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About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a prompt photo, and your mission is to tell a story based on that prompt in 140 characters or less. If you accept the challenge, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale. A final note: if you need help tracking the number of characters in your story, there is a nifty online tool that will count for you at charactercountonline.com.
I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing us a new prompt.  Have Fun!
Here is our round up for this week’s prompt…a photo of a lovely, eerie, other-worldly, romantic, terrifying water-locked house on stilts set under a meteor dashed night sky. What imaginations you all have! I think this is one of my favorite twitter challenges yet. Thanks to everyone who gave it a try this week!
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Photo from Pixabay.com

Twittering Tale #18 – The Round-Up:

From Di at Pensivity101…who I totally overlooked in the first draft of the roundup! Please forgive me Di…

The meteor shower was fast.
As the rocks fell, an eerie glow engulfed the lake house,
And by the time it was all over,
It had vanished.

(132 Characters)

From Michael at Morpethroad:

Alone at last she looks, and says its been so long.
Alone at last he looks, says I’m glad today has arrived.
Alone at last, holding hands.
(136 Characters)

From Nicola at Sometimes Stellar Storyteller:

Frenzied meteors razed everything, yet recoiled from the house. As did we.
Childhood terror clamoured to be heard, but to live we must enter.
(141 Characters)

From Patrick at I Can’t Possibly be Wrong All the Time:

That night we gathered at the lakehouse.
We knew that come dawn, only one of us would be traveling back across the pier to shore.
Or none.
(136 Characters)

From Reena at ReInventions:

The house looked perfect for a honeymoon night, under a starlit sky. She had not realized that this would become her gateway to heaven.
(135 characters)

From Martha Shaw, Poet, Writer, Artist:

Uncle Bob retired to Cape Cod, was widowed, and kept company with others left behind. Wild rabbits popped by to visit regularly.
(128 characters)

From Francine at Woman Walks Max:

We’re here, magic holiday tryst. Smell the rotting house, the foetid lake. Wild apocalyptic skies, fab. Those Undead Trip Advisor 5 stars so true. Just no virgins.
(163 Characters)

From Bobby Fairfield :

I sat watching as the meteor shower continued overhead. If the ones I had been in contact with were coming, I knew it would be tonight.
(135 Characters)

From Lorraine at 25 words more or less:

Magic. They watched the meteors streaking by. “See,” she said, “how beautiful the starscape is out here beyond the city.”
(121 Characters)

From Kathryn, Another Foodie Blogger:

The couple gazed wistfully at the lake cabin from their canoe under the shooting stars, thoughts of retirement dancing in their heads.
(134 Characters)

From Pat at Black Cat Alley:

Craning her neck, she stepped back, star struck and smitten. 
The railing cracked. 
An echoing ‘thwack’ bit the night – she hit the water.
(138 Characters)

From Jane at Jane Daugherty Writes:

As alien missiles whined through the night sky, the Trojan House rose on stilts and bore down on the sleeping town.
(115 Characters)

From Leara at Leara Writes:

Waves lap beneath. Meteors rain. An unassuming girl in an unassuming house extends an inhuman mind across galaxies to a long forgotten home.
(139 Characters)

From Sangbad at Thoughts of Words…a 100 Word Story inspired by the prompt photo. You can read it HERE.
From Stacy at Warning the Stars:
Girl In Paradise
The sky was a cerulean meditation.  Circles of green undulated in waves beneath the pier.  She sighed against the breath-beat of the sea.
(137 Characters)
And…
The Star Shower
The clapboard walls of decorated gray swayed against the waves.  Outside the window, night danced between the sky-sear of falling stars.
(136 Characters)
From Peter at Peter’s Ponderings:
“It wasn’t here yesterday, I swear! How on earth did it get here?”

“I really don’t think earth had anything to do with it.” Perseid replied!

(140  characters)
From Willow at Willowdot21:

The estate agent refused to let the couple view the house.Yet they were drawn in. It was a phantom that fed on souls.The couple were lost.
(138 Characters)

From Irena at Books and Hot Tea:

She lives surrounded by the sea. Earth makes her uneasy, the home of slimy creatures that are even now devouring the flesh of her victims.
(138 characters)

and here’s my tale that kicked it all off:

She had to get away before he killed her. A friend had a remote beach house where she would be safe.
At water’s edge, he watched and waited.
(140 Characters)

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Twittering Tale #19 – 28 February 2017

Here is your photo prompt for this last day of February. What do you see? Have fun and see you next week.

 

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Photo from Pixabay.com

The bitter-sweet fusion of sulfur and gasoline seared her nostrils. She flung the match into the darkened room; the past best left to ashes.
(140 Characters)

~kat


Twittering Tale #17 – 14 February 2017

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About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a prompt photo, and your mission is to tell a story based on that prompt in 140 characters or less.

If you accept the challenge, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale. A final note: if you need help tracking the number of characters in your story, there is a nifty online tool that will count for you at charactercountonline.com.

I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing us a new prompt.  Have Fun!

Here is the roundup of last week’s creative twittering tales based on the photo below. If I missed your story, please let me know so I can add it to the line-up.

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Photo from Pexels.com

From Michael at Morpethroad:

The cat trained me well. I knew when to fed it when to nurse it when to leave it alone.
It purred contentedly in my lap when happy with me.
(140 characters)

From Di at Pensivity101:

He could feel the love through the pain, and sighed.
She knew where to assert just enough pressure and with tears in her eyes, felt him go.
(138 characters)

From Willow at Willowdot21:

Tom was busy he took his  work seriously! The  food  and  perks  were good.He  was well loved and  he  was proud of his title Hospice Cat.
 (139  Characters)

From Lorraine at 25WordsOrLess:

After many years of practice, Patricia perfected the Vulcan mind meld on cats. Live long and prospurr.
(102 characters)

From Ros at RamblingsFromRos:

No cats inside. Who was she to care? In a few minutes they would be somewhere without rules. She’d fed the cat. She just had to eat hers.
(138 characters)

From Joy at Poetry Joy

Tired, sweetly supine in her
arms, this dear feline friend
remains more faithful than
the rest, whom time and age
gradually removed, dispersed
(140 characters)

She didn’t want to go, leave
this house and home, for who
else would know how to take
care of her darling cat or give
her such loving attention?
(140 characters)

She stroked him under the chin
and chuckled deep within, for
none could know this cat now
in sweet repose was none
other than a witch’s familiar
(140 characters)

From Kathryn at AnotherFoodieBlogger:

Gladys was fed up with the damned therapy cat they kept placing in her lap.

“Shhh kitty, be still. You won’t feel a thing.”
(139 Characters)

From Peter at Peter’s Ponderings:

Sophie, the dementia care cat, knew that she may be roughly handled, she didn’t mind. She’d seen too many come and go, but loved them all!
(140 characters)

Claude had been a faithful companion to Mary for 15 years.  This was the best lap in the world. Together they breathed a last contented sigh!
(140 characters)

From Nicola at Sometimes Stellar Storyteller:  

Every day I’ve squeezed the life from my childhood pet, and every day he’s woken, reborn. Defiant. Never will I be free of Lucifer’s cat.
(137 Characters)

From Kirstwrites:

Minutes ticked by. Every day just like the last, alone with her memories. At least the cat was company. She wished the phone would ring.
(138 Characters)

From Reena:  

The bridal henna was fading away, but Kitty had not allowed my husband to come near me. It was a tough choice between love and loyalty.
(135 characters)

From Gayl:

Old, Wrinkled, Still Beautiful
Her hands were wrinkled, but still a certain beauty lingered about her.
Trouble is it seemed no one cared except her fluffy feline friend.
(138 characters)

Grief and Comfort
Her heart was heavy. Her soul mate was dead.
Kitty seemed to sense her pain and refused to leave.
It brought a bit of comfort in her grief.
(139 characters)

The Gift of a Pet
Bella loved Sam, a gift from her son.
She laughed at the antics of this furry pet.
He wore himself out, only to sleep peacefully in her lap.
(140 characters)

From Irena at Books and Hot Tea:

My pet loves to cuddle and I love the soft touch, too. But at times, the pet cuddles for too long. I guess that’s what I have the claws for.
(140 characters)

From sydthejack at 2WholeMinutes:

I stroked his neck, his fur and purring calming me, centering me. Our eyes met, a silent understanding between us. My bubby, his human.
(136 Characters) 

From Mick E. Talbot Poems:

twittering tales
from the hearts of many
love despair hope

so much goodness
twittering tales all from the heart
love hope empathy

Twittering Tales (Acrostic)
Twittering
Wishes
Interesting too
Taken from life
Tales
Experiences
Reflections
Inner visions
Nature
Glimmering

Take heed
All thee who care
Love
Evolution
Seek truth
(Characters: 140)

From Pat at Black Cat Alley:

Gran is a-jammin’
smokin’ right
her groove got
with bat alight.

Gran is a-jammin’
in 7th Heaven
she her weed
me my seed
nippy cat’s meow
delight.
(character count: 136)

and from me:

Morty
Morty roamed the halls of Shady Grove growling at anyone who got too close. But it was well-known if he liked you, your days were numbered.
(139 Characters)

Thank you EVERYONE for participating. Such sweet, whimsical, and macabre tales this week. What a variety!  And thank you as well for sharing the challenge with your friends and followers. A few new voices joined the challenge. Hope everyone comes back this week to tell the tale of the photo below. In honor of Valentine’s Day I give you Twittering Tale #17.

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Photo from Pixabay.com

She walked here each day. Norm traced a heart in the sand. As she passed by, a huge wave swallowed his ankles. “Tomorrow,” he sighed.
(134 Characters)

kat – 14 February 2017 


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