Purple sky at night, what a delight!

I was at my husband’s shoulder as he took this photo.

Statically capturing in print, what in life was truly captivating.

He was focussed on the palace beyond. I was enthralled with the foreground radiance.

The twilight colours, the lights of the fountain, the pink shades of the flower,

all flowing so beautifully.

Embodied in that jewel, connected to the universe, sounds, scent, ambience.

I breathed deeply and it seemed I could smell the sweet perfume, although it was but a sculpture.

I reached to touch those soft, stone, petals.

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“You drag me to these markets every, bloody, weekend! Nothing ever changes!” moans David, lagging behind his wife.

Linda turns to face her ‘dragging his heels’ husband and yells “Calm down! It is the one thing I ask you to do with me. How does it hurt you? Really!”

Then with wide staring eyes and gaping mouth, Linda watches her husband disappear into the sudden sinkhole, enveloped in a sand coffin. Before managing even to scream, the hole closes over David.

“Right! That’s different.” Linda chuckles and shaking her head, wanders off to listen to the band.

97 Words

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I long for green.

The longing of the upper-middle-class.

In iso, but not without resources. Working from home, and income not an issue.

As I ride my computer each day, this is my view.

It could be that nothing is wrong. It could be just another day, in wonderland.

I long for green.

At least there is a glimpse of sun through clouds.

At least the smog has disappeared.

I could be here alone in this metropolis.

A pure moment, when nobody has escaped to their rooftop for air, and a sense of freedom.

I long for green.

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People say, “we’ll put into storage.”

I ask, “why?”

Items forgotten; unclaimed. Not needed, but not able to let go.

When is enough, enough?

You say, “sentimental value; family heirloom!”

But what is the point of ownership, when kept out of sight?

When you die, it will have stood in storage. Unseen. Unloved.

There only for your heirs. Who gaze at it, with empty minds and hearts.

You have gone but left this.

In their grief, decisions. What to do? Sell; or dump.

Deal with it now. Make a choice.

In your living space, or dead to you now. (99 words)

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Gorgeous light feature. Well done, city council.
It is good to see our taxes spent on beautifying the streets.
A quiet night though.

Pity there aren’t more people out to enjoy the installation.
Where is everyone tonight? Late night shopping. A lovely warm evening.
Usually the streets are packed.

My friends should be here though. Said to meet outside the Igis.
Squelch. What was that? I’ve stood on something? Can’t see …
No, hang on! There was a family up ahead. Where …?

Not lights. Some sort of alien creature. Suckers?
NO! NO! Oh no!! This is bad! (98 words)

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“Those need sorting,” Janet muttered to herself as she passed the dusty collection of photos. Her only connection to a mother she barely knew; to a life she yearned for.

Stirring the pile, Janet chose one photo and wondered: “Is that me, in the arms of my mum?”

So many strangers, who might not be. It was disquieting and intriguing!

Fear, her constant friend, hollered “Don’t ask; don’t seek. They won’t want you!”

Hope, a new quieter voice, whispered “Love is worth the effort!”

Trembling, she turned the photo and read out loud “Sister Annie, with Janet, 1953”.

Aunty and child.

Janet smiled.

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