Life’s Choices

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Written for the prompt:  The Doors – Twittering Tales #82 – 1 May 2018

Life’s Choices

Life,
with its myriad surprises
Of late,
countless blessings
Today,
panic, doubt
burn in my belly.
Facing my challenge
I creep like a mouse
choosing door #4.
Stepping over the threshold
quickly,
the door closes behind me.
The past
is no more.
Today
just is.
Tomorrow’s light
shines forth.

(275characters)

Hélène ©willowpoetry

Anyway…

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A little bit of fiction….just as I imagined it using the words for this prompt:
Wordle 349

 

Sunday Whirl prompt : kiss-scream-sticky-spill-lift-curl-laugh-spin-plant-hit-pass-screen

Anyway…

Every Sunday evening the whole family curled up in front of the fire while granddaddy told us about his childhood on the farm.
“I was a bit mischievous at times. I would pass behind my sister, pinching her behind just to make her scream.
“Kids didn’t use sunscreen then. There was no such thing and nobody thought about being out in the great outdoors hours on end in the sun. That’s just the way it was back then. You would come back inside all sweaty and sticky and Mom would tell us to wash our hands for dinner.
“Mom would always let me drink the cream at the top of the milk bottle. Every morning she would pass the bottle on to me before anyone noticed. Oh! that cream was so good.
“Anyway, when I grew up, I was about 10 by then, Sally and her family moved next pasture down the hill. I spent a lot of time with Sally for a few years.
“Quite a few times I lifted Sally up on my favorite horse. I would sit behind her while we had a bit of a spin around the coral.
“Sometimes I would kiss her on the cheek and she would giggle and laugh. I loved that and I think she did too. One day my sister caught me stealing a kiss like that and she spilled the beans on me. Mom didn’t say anything to me. The next morning she passed me the milk bottle with a big smile.
“Well, anyway, we also planted stuff like sunflowers and collected the seeds at the end of the season. Sometimes we didn’t hit it off good with the planting though, not enough rain or too much rain.

Hélène ©willowpoetry

Memories

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Written for:   Twittering Tale #80 – 17 April 2018
280 characters (spaces and punctuation included)

Memories

In my quiet solitude, unable to control my tears, I recall the love we shared hiking to our secret spot. It has become an aching memory etched deeply within my heart. Since you left, I feel like this abandoned little rowboat, half submerged, slowly slipping from the surface.

(277 characters)

©willowpoetry

 

Secret Affair

For: The Sunday Whirl (frozen, rope, saint, rasping, hazy, folded, gusts, holy, home, poverty, crazy

The old Monastery lies at the bottom of a ravine.  Cloistered monks living within these crumbling stone walls have all renounced worldly life and taken a vow of poverty. During the winter months, gusts of cold air travel through the frozen corridors.   This is their Holy Home.

Brother Saint Francis has a room next to Brother Timothy. Whenever Francis sits quietly in his room he keeps hearing strange rasping noises.  He questions Timothy about it but Timothy says he has never heard anything.

As soon as Francis returned to his own room, Timothy reaches for the secret opening he carved in the floor under his bed. Moving his simple cot to the back wall, a hazy cloud of dust spreads throughout the room.

Within this small opening Timothy gazes into the eyes of a big fat rabbit.  With a rope tied around one of its little legs, a folded hand towel for a pillow, the rabbit lies quietly inside an earth bottom box.

“You crazy little rabbit, you must keep quiet”!

Timothy says to the rabbit.

Hélène Vaillant©

Daring Escape

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ThreeLineTales: Prompt – picture above 

Daring Escape

She loved to dive into deep water, no matter where she was, the thrill of any possible danger made it a welcome challenge for her.

Taking off her shoes she slipped out of her shorts , dove straight into the dark water and crushed her head on a rock where she remained.

What did she need to prove to herself with this daring escape would never be heard by anyone.

Hélène Vaillant©

The Seamstress

Sunday Whirl 

Prompt words:  water –  become – shrill – sense –  stitch – peak –  wake – singe – circle – draw – blue – ribbon

The Seamstress

Early one morning dawn, a shrill cry peaked my senses. Looking out from my bedroom window I  was surprised to spot the next door neighbours out by the shore. With  a stick in his hands, their son was drawing a big circle around a particular spot in the water.

This peaked my curiosity. Gathering my bathrobe I walked over to their side of the beach.  A body could be seen just beneath the surface where the water had become clearer.  I gasped when I saw little blue ribbons around the neck of this body.

I knew this had to be the charming seamstress who lived behind my own cottage. She had just finished sewing a shirt for me using this most elaborate and elegant stitched design with this same shade of blue ribbon.  A shiver went through me on seeing those blue ribbons.

This lovely seamstress is (was) a member of a large Irish family known for their great wake gatherings.   No doubt that all of this will be bringing some excitement to our quiet corner of the lake.

Hélène Vaillant©