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Tag Archives: Sunday Photo Fiction
Of the People – Haibun – February 28, 2016
They’d met to protest and the Government actually thought there’d have been more people than actually showed up. Their concern was about the drought which had lowered the levels of sweet water all throughout the land. People had been grumbling about the … Continue reading
Posted in Haibun (Prose Poetry
Tagged droughts, Environment, Global Warming, Protests, Sunday Photo Fiction, WWF
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Snow Dreams – Short Fiction – January 18, 2016
There’s something mystical in the first snow fall of the year. A special quality of silence, Janice thought, one could almost hear the snowflakes fall. She’d arrived early and was waiting for the night shift to get off. Listening to classical music, she began to day-dream. She … Continue reading
Posted in Short Fiction
Tagged 200 words composition, Death, imagination, Memories, Photo Challenge, Sunday Photo Fiction, Winter
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The Farm – Short Fiction – January 12, 2016
The crows cawed somewhere overhead. The two tourists looked at each other, neither feeling quite at ease. They’d come upon an old farm abandoned for many years. Rīs Grainger’s wife had had a thing with a passing tinker, he’d caught them abed, beat the tinker to a … Continue reading
Posted in Short Fiction
Tagged Anger, Ghosts, haunted events, Mindlovemisery's Menagerie, Sunday Photo Fiction
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Clang, Clang, Clang – Sunday Photo Fiction – January 3, 2015
The old video came over the computer with the verve and happiness of another age. Mildred, now in her eighties smiled and began to sing along with the old tune. Her grand-kids watched her and the inverted crystal cone near … Continue reading
Posted in Short Fiction
Tagged Judy Garland, Memories, Saint Louis, Sunday Photo Fiction, The Trolley Song
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The Benches – June 3, 2015
Walking down the pier that bright summer morning, I saw not a soul – nor a bird just rows and rows of benches. That cool bright dawn … looking out to sea I felt an invitation – come and sail with me and in the … Continue reading
