For a country girl, my first time visiting a large city, it was exhausting, frightening, a deafening adventure.
With a mass of humanity hurriedly brushing against me in every which way, “Excuse Me” was a never ending record.
After this close call with insanity I concluded that my pristine and quiet country environment would suit me fine if only I could find a bachelor who cares for cows as much as for me.
-Hélène Vaillant ©Short Stories
For: Three Line Tales, Week 32
photo by Breno Machado
Do you ever wonder what creation is the thunder, is it to make us ponder
on the magnificence of power?
Perhaps it is to catch us unaware when we are left too long to stare at what does not mean much in our search through the muck.
Thunder and lightning, they make us stop in our tracks, just enough time to sort out the facts.
Hélène Vaillant for: 3LineTales
Three Line Tales, Week Twenty-Nine