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Senryu: Together We Will

Follow Me My Love,
Together We Will Scale Peaks,
And Conquer All Tides…


Prompt:

I Write Her Weekly Haiku/Senryu Challenge #35

Microfiction: Almost Everything

Sun, sand, and sea. Just one thing missing, which he magically produced from behind him: A 1998 vintage. He thought of everything…


Word Count: 22

Prompts:

Weekend Writing Prompt #120 – Vintage

Sunday Photo Fiction – Aug 25 2019

Three Line Tale: Together

This was our first trip together, we sat side by side taking in the breathtaking views the mountains had to offer.

Then came that bend that we failed to see, and could not control the swerving car.

Now we come to this white light, and we will pass through it, together.


Prompt:

Three Line Tales, Week 164

Flash Fiction: Halloween Love

I sat in the diner, looking out of the nearest window.

The street was bustling with activity. I could see all sorts of weird monsters and creatures of terror roaming about. After all, it was Halloween night, and everyone had something to do. The children were scurrying about in their cute costumes, angling for as many potential tooth decays as they could. The adults were party hopping, all gussied up in the sexy versions of vampires, werewolves, and other famous monsters, or rather whichever costumes were available in the store.

It was almost midnight. I was extremely excited. It had been so long since I had been on a date. I knew I was looking great. The hungry stares that had followed me ever since I got out of my house were evidence enough. However, I couldn’t help but have butterflies in my stomach.  I figured I would drown them with some ice cream soda. Just as the soda arrived, I noticed a figure wearing a slightly old fashioned, but expensive looking suit. My date had finally arrived.

I watched as the love of my life shuffled into the diner and made his way slowly to where I was sitting. As he approached me, he fetched out a rose from his pocket and offered it to me. He was so romantic. I took the rose from him and kissed him on the cheek.

He moaned in delight. I asked him how the year had gone for him. He moaned in response. Okay yes, I do speak zombie. Yes, the love of my life is of the undead variety. However, I loved him and he loved me. This was the only night of the year we could meet and celebrate our love.

Our Halloween Love…


 

Written for Kelly Griffiths’ Flash Fiction Contest

 

Image Credit: Jean-Philippe Delberghe