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Seen Unseen

They stood and watched each other in silence.
Tomorrow, there would be no blood moon
And the last of the flowers would have fallen to the ground.

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It was Halloween, a festive scene,
there were princesses, and hobbits from The Shire.
But amidst the laughter, no one saw
that the moon had come dressed as fire.

photo by Never Krcmarek via Unsplash

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The passage of time…

Leaves and debris are all that remain in the old home.

Unseen shapes and unheard whispers linger in the passages.

Suddenly, a gust of wind whooshes through the cracked glass, blowing the leaves and scattering the memories.

 Inspired by a photo by Watari via Unsplash in 3LineTales

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Mane frame

A cold breeze rustles the tent flaps of the amusement park.

A flyer lifts in the gust and disappears into the darkness. Wooden horses glow grey in the eerie light of the carousel.

They wait…for the people to come and colour them with their laughter.

……

Why do we never go anywhere, asked the peach horse with the gold bridle.

“The people like it that way. The same patterns, the same results…afraid of stepping off. They’ll be back tomorrow…you’ll see,” replied the wise old grey, whose paint had long faded from the scuffing of shoes.

……

“Lights, camera, action”

Laughter rippled among the other horses as they strained against the poles to spot the joker in their midst.

But night had fallen and the caretaker had switched off the power supply.

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(3 short stories inspired by Sonya’s Three Line Tales photo prompt)

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Two

 

Two countries, two sets of houses, and two rows of boats that never crossed the invisible line in the water.

Two sets of people, who were united in their love of sunsets and the sea.

Two neighbours, who always waved and smiled across the one border they never created.

 

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A lie less ordinary

He could still hear his father’s words: ‘You’ll never be special…just get a job. No son of mine is ever going to be a dancer.’ 

But, every night, after turning off the gaudy neon light at the family store, he would dance away his mundane day; this was his secret.

He smiled as he flowed into a perfect arabesque; there was nothing special about the three-day-old turkey either, but that too was a secret.

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The Midas Touch?

The sidewalk was bustling as the mass of humanity surged about its day.

She looked up through the ‘people’ trees to catch a glimpse of the sky.

She heard it had once been blue, and that the stars shone at night; but, mankind had painted it gold with their greed a long, long time ago.

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The joy around us

Against the grey rain
diamond drops dance and gleam
on red hibiscus blooms

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I smile as you sleep
The rise and fall of your chest
My peace and comfort

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It was obvious that something had changed. The hushed phone calls, the receipt for her favourite lilies that she never got. She even caught him smiling to himself when he thought she wasn’t looking.

Through the week, he seemed to get increasingly distant. His replies were monosyllabic, and he would not look her in the eye.

He was never very good at keeping  a secret, she thought to herself. As she turned the key in the lock that night, she had made up her mind to confront him.

She followed the glow of the candle light to where he was waiting by the table. The air was fragrant with lilies. He had even hired a chef to recreate their dinner from the night he proposed 10 years ago.

“Happy Anniversary,” he said, with smile on his face.

It was obvious from hers that she had forgotten.

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Two haiku and a short story inspired by the Daily Prompt Obvious