The Grand Return Spring is upon us. Literally and figuratively. The daffodils nod their fragrant heads in unison. The gossamer winged butterflies flutter around in the redolent breeze. Mere mortals traipse around; happiness kissing their feet. The robin whistles a melodious, staccato song.
Before I Die Written as part of Sadje’s What Do You See? picture prompt. They sit outdoors, huddled in crooked rows; The octogenarians and septuagenarians. They have aged gracefully; The bitter-sweet embrace of a life well lived. One foot closing up on the grave and one smugly here; Some holding on to dear, precious life, Some impatiently waiting to kick the bucket into light.
Wordle | Wordled For Sadje’s What Do You See? picture prompt. “You’ve been Wordled,” guffaws Sam, as he and Nick stand in the alley exchanging their Wordle scores. “What the heck is “Wordled?” quips Antonio mounting off his two-wheeled Scooty. “Dude, it’s this 5-letter word game that has taken the internet by storm. It’s called Wordle. No marks for guessing that it was created by this fella called Josh Wardle!” explains Nick animatedly.
Love is… The fall colours are surreal. The morning hour hinges on hope, romance and fresh air. Their fingers and hearts intertwined. The reckless, youthful hormones rage a storm outside. The pedestrian looks at them discerningly. “Utterly brash public display of affection. Tch! Tch!” “Love is irrational. Love is unkind. Love is selfish. Love truly binds.” Another one who lost to love, in all probability. **************************** The couple is oblivious of the external commentary. They…
hugs and kisses It’s a balmy July afternoon. The fever refuses to abate. Ten-year-old Kate has no other choice, but to play Tic-tac-toe, all by herself. After all Mommy is busy finishing her blog post for the day. Lyka and Leah, the furry girls are grabbing their afternoon snooze and Watson, her twin brother is still at school.
Buddies in Arms Carla and Susan are kindergarten buddies. Now in their mid- sixties, nothing has changed between them. Not even their penchant for taking long walks, come rain or shine. Carla with her umbrella, Susan in her sun hat; just the way they had been as two gangly teenagers.