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3LineTales: Yellow Car

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We were young then, loved the adventure, carefree days, ah,sipping cool drinks while listening to the roar of the sea crashing to the shore.

Such were the good old days, riding our classy yellow car, windows down, tooting and waving to our friends as we passed by.

Today, we drive a car that looks like a million other cars, we don’t dare toot to anyone less we get the finger from an edgy driver.

Hélène Vaillant ©Short Stories

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3LineTales: Interlude Stroll

TLT week 33: a ball of orange wool

Looking up from her knitting, my sister handed me more yarn, a fiery orange formed ball of vibrant color, a hue that reminded me of the autumn leaves that were swirling in the crisp late afternoon breeze outside our window.

We smiled at each other, got up, donned our galoshes and coat then hurried outside for a stroll through the drying leaves.

When the sun disappeared over the horizon we were happy to come home, resume our knitting while warming up our hands with our joint silky wool knitting project.

-Hélène Vaillant ©Short Stories

For: Three Line Tales, Week Thirty-Three

3LineTales: Going to the Big City

A photo by Steven Wei. unsplash.com/photos/g-AklIvI1aI

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

Lightning Thunder

three line tales, week 29 – purple lightning

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

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