Ghost – Trifextra Week 75

This week, the Trifecta team have taken pity on us, after last week’s prescriptive challenge. This time round, just 33 words, on any theme we like. Ah, freedom (of sorts)!

I hope you enjoy my offering – please visit here to read many more!

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– Ghost –

This is where my heart splintered.

There – is where healing began.

When I thought I saw you – distance fracturing my certainty –

I understood my wishful thinking.

And the tear rent wide.

Once more.

Unreachable – Friday Fictioneers

Here is this week’s entry into the weekly challenge brought to us by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Here are the rules: Use the photo as inspiration, write a hundred(ish) words – and share! Here goes my offering for this week – and I welcome your comments again!

Copyright - David Stewart

Copyright – David Stewart

– Unreachable –

I can’t reach you any more. You’re distant, your eyes aren’t with me. You look the same, but you’re no longer you.

I think about when we were small, and the world seemed so big. Even though it was just our back yard, the brambles and creepers were our jungle, our wilderness, our desert, our uncharted territories. We were mercenaries, vagabonds and pirates. We climbed the mainsail to the crow’s nest, shouted out ‘Land Ahoy!’ and hoisted a Jolly Roger high, so achingly, heart-stoppingly high, from the old oak tree above our heads.

I can’t reach you now. You just see a ladder, where I still see adventure. You’ve let the world crush you.

You’re gone.

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Vitality – Alastair’s Photo Fiction

Here is my offering for Alastair’s Photo Fiction this week, inspired by his black and white image below.  Why not take part? And visit his photography and writing blog to take a look at his other photos…

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– Vitality –

We all think we have time. The things that seem important, take precedence – the work commitments, the house, the car, the status, the stuff. In acquiring all these things, we forget to notice that time is passing. We look at ourselves in the mirror, see the clothes that don’t quite work, the mascara that clumps no matter what brand we buy, that piece of hair that just won’t sit right. We buy unctions and sprays and shave and wax and primp and preen – the outside becomes who we are.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Tock.

Enjoy the meaningful things. Family. Friends. Sunsets. Animals. Children. Talking until the moon is fat. Laughing. Crying. Loving. Drinking a good glass of wine. Doing something that scares you. Doing something you love. Dancing on the beach. Watching the fog roll over the moors. Listening to your favourite music until you can’t bear it any more.

Be vital.

Copyright Kattermonran

Copyright Kattermonran