Monochrome Monday: Step by Step

Steps

gain insight in ascent

awakening emotions stultified

by society’s strictures

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gain closure in descent

revisiting issues locked within

subconscious crypts

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gain wisdom with each step

overcoming life’s adversities

so true joy can be found

Steps to bench

This week’s pictures were both taken at Harlow Carr, an RHS garden in Yorkshire that I visited a few week’s ago.

I hope you like them.

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FFfAW: The Touch of his Hand

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The Touch of his Hand

“Are you coming, my dear?”

Millie looked up at the sound of his voice. Tommy stood in the doorway, his hand outstretched, waiting for hers to join it.

She still remembered the first time their hands had touched, all those years ago. She’d shyly slid her fingers into his as they’d walked into the picture house – barely believing the handsome boy had chosen her. He’d squeezed her hand and given a flirtatious wink, setting her heart aflutter. That had been their first date. Many more had soon followed.

The touch of his hand had swiftly become the most important thing in her life: his caress set her senses alight; his support carried her through the hardest days. When his long fingers had slid the ring, the symbol of their devotion, onto her own, she’d known she was complete.

His death had left her adrift.

She’d simply marked time the since his passing, knowing she’d see him again soon.

“Of course,” she said, rising to her feet. Without any hesitation, she slid her fingers into his.

Word count: 175

To read the other entries, or to submit your own, click the little blue frog.

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This post is for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge. This week’s prompt was provided by Artycaptures.

In remembrance of my grandparents, Millie and Tommy – gone but never forgotten.

TLT: Perfect Life

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Photo prompt – by Arnaud Mesureur via Unsplash

He’d tried many different jobs over the years – so many, he’d lost track – but nothing had ever inspired him to such passion. Not like this. Standing in the arena, surrounding by screaming fans: he couldn’t imagine a more perfect life.


This post is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales. This week’s prompt is by Arnaud Mesureur via Unsplash.

I’m curious to know what you think the character is doing in the arena. Is he a sports star? A pop idol? Or maybe he’s selling hot dogs in the stands? The perfect life comes in many shapes and forms…

TLT: Career Choices

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Photo prompt © Daniel Cheung

His life had been mapped out from the minute he’d been born. His parents had never listened when he’d expressed his preferences; they’d claimed to know what he needed in order to be successful. But he didn’t have to listen to them any more – his life was his own, and no one else’s.


This post is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales challenge. This week’s prompt is by Daniel Cheung via Unsplash.

The internet connection in the village is being temperamental again at the moment, so I’m not sure how many blogs I’ll be able to visit or comments I’ll be able to respond to over the next few days. There have been BT engineers out checking over things pretty much constantly since Thursday, but things don’t seem to have improved yet. Any connection we get seems to gone again a minute later. It’s very frustrating. I’ve scheduled this post while on my lunch break at work. It’s a little hurried, so I hope it’s okay.

Light and Dark

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Light and Dark

Tammy hummed a tune as she walked, contentment a pleasing weight on her shoulders. Home’s warmth drew her onwards.

Until light shattered the darkness.

She stumbled back, shielding watering eyes. Her throat tightened with sorrow. She’d known the summons would arrive someday – but, so soon? How could she leave everything behind? She wasn’t ready…

But she had to be ready. This was no request, and there was no choice to be made.

With tears running down her cheeks, she stepped into the light.

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Marcus skulked along the darkened street, dragging his feet as he made his way home. He was in no hurry to arrive. After all, ‘home’, now, was simply an apartment stuffed full of rancid memories and bitter emotions, empty of any joy.

He was tired of living such a meaningless life.

His days were spent watching the world go by, simply waiting for his summons. Misery had been his only companion for too long.

When the gateway finally flared into existence before him, he smiled.

And stepped into the light.

Word Count: 175

To read the other entries, click the little blue frog.

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This post is for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge. I know, it’s very late! This week’s (very nearly last week’s) prompt was provided by Maria @ Doodles and Scribbles. Thank you, Maria!

This piece actually began life as two separate stories that I tried to write for this prompt. I couldn’t really get anything to work. After leaving them for a few days (work and Christmas tasks keep conspiring to keep me away from my blog) I realised that, with a few changes to each, the two actually fit together quite well.

I’ll leave it up to you to decide what exactly ‘the summons’ and ‘the gateway’ are… Have the character’s died? Were they alien spies, now called back by their masters? Were they creatures from a different realm of existence?

I’d be interested to know how you interpreted it. 🙂

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TLT: Picture-Perfect

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Photo Prompt – © Grant McCurdy

He’d wanted a picture-perfect life: a happy family and well paid job with all the perks. Instead, young voices argued yet again while bills piled high. He sighed as gentle hands massaged the stress away, accepting reality – his life might not be picture perfect, but he wouldn’t change a thing.


This post is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales Challenge. This week’s prompt was provided by Grant McCurdy.