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Secret

PHOTO PROMPT Sandra Crook

“Thoughts , so many of them, all the time” I told my bestie who right now was my only sounding board.

“Like thousand threads working on the spindle. Churning hundred possible scenarios and demanding my attention.” I continued.

“Are these threads working parallel or entangled like a mess” , she probed.

I raised my head to see if she was serious or just pulling my leg. Seeing her look, I knew she was expecting me to answer.

“How does that matter?” I sighed

“Its a way I discipline my thoughts. Get them to line up for attention.” she smiled at me.

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Inspired by Friday Fictioneers

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Bottles

It was his cue to go pick the house of the from the “big man” – the empty bottles in the window. The window was on the back of the house where there was a small waste land which no one crossed. It was probably a washroom, he knew where the “big man” hid his drinks from the rest of family.

Every month he went to the house and ask for the empty bottles to be recycled later. The house lady would count and exchange the bottles for 5 bucks each.

Then one day the big man died. There are no bottles in the window now. But double the number are exchanged every month when he crosses the path.

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Inspired by CCC#18

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Stories

Some scream,
some dream,
sometimes we hide,
sometime we lie
but it always comes out

Stories-
from humans young and old,
from hearts balck or gold,
in words or gestures untold
they come out in light,
showing thwir true strength,
is all that matter in end.

Voices
can never be drowned so long
that truth cant be told,
in life or sometimes after that,
people find the courage to stand
with stories that create a bond.

Write on,
pass the words to others,
a lesson,a laugh,a tear,a scare
its all worth the efforts,
to leave behind memories to last.

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The deal

“It is the age of limited time offers , the flashy deals.. How will you find meaning to your life and relationships if you keep running behind one thing after another ?” , Said my grandmother, obviously throwing that question at me specifically.

“You do realize you are asking me to let go of my career here to be with the guy who has decided to chase his dreams thousand miles away from me” , I complained in even higher pitch.

“I am asking if you want to chance a life with the guy who has stood with you when you wanted to flee or want to keep running like these useless sales at the mall ! Limited time offer, my dear” , she said with a finality and that sealed the decision for me.

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Inspired by Three line tales

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West wind

It was another ordinary night. The bright broad moon outside yawned in boredom and eagerly waited to go push the sun out of the bed and take his warm spot instead.

She smiled, thinking of the golden sunsets that she had witnessed in the pool last weekend. The sun sure knew to make grand entry and exits most days.

She was quite lost in her thoughts when she felt the first gust of west winds. She giggled as her best friend joined her , playing with her and nudging the creatures awake and out in open on Earth below.

“Wasn’t expecting you tonight wind” , Moon said , her attention still on the tides trying to reach her.

“Well, it’s been a long winters that I been trapped indoors. Wanted to take a stock of the land before my man steps out”

“Ah! Mr summer is finally ready to roll ?”

“Yeah, hopefully soon though the house be very cold when Mr Winter retires there, You know what ai mean” she giggled and went her way to announce the onset of spring.

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Spring is almost here in Canada and as per Greek mythology Zephyrus was the personification of the west wind and the bringer of light spring and early summer breezes.

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Inspired by Twiglet#117 prompt.

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Decisions

“It’s their perception, you know” he said

“Yes, it is. But nothing that can not change” she said with more optimism than she felt.

“We decided to do this. I know you don’t agree but let’s not have any regrets please.”

“It wasn’t a substitute. We do want to start a family. Just not this year maybe.”

“That you and I know. Others don’t. Let them say what they want.”

“It’s just not fair. Working in a foreign country or making money is not same as having a child.its not a bargain.. I mean what even are these people thinking ..”

He sighed ! She isn’t going to forget this any soon. Probably she won’t even forgive herself for this decision.