Ducks fell from the sky. Sound touched the water. Her mate's graceful body sank below the surface. Each day she waits for his return.
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Oh, so sad! But such a great take on the pic! Isn't it interesting what different things we all see in the same picture?? I love it! Have a great week!
On Easter morning, we awoke to overflowing baskets. The Bunny knows us well, so our loot included plenty of jelly beans. Not ordinary jelly beans, but Jelly Belly beans. The Jelly Belly history dates back to 1869 when the Goelitz brothers came to the US and started a candy factory. But it was almost one hundred years before they began to produce jelly beans. Ronald Reagan became a fan while he was Governor of California and they traveled with him to the White House. The blueberry Jelly Belly was created so that Reagan could serve red, white and blue jelly beans at his inaugural parties. Jelly Belly also holds the honor of being the first jelly bean in outer space. These quality jelly beans come in a wide variety of flavors. One category, the Harry Potter inspired BeanBoozled, includes Toothpaste, Dog Food, Rotten Egg and Skunk Spray flavored beans. I'm not that adventurous, but there are plenty of other flavors to choose from. If you haven't guessed by now, Grandma&
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Music refreshes spirits as water soothes tired feet. Soon the barmaids must return to the jarring noise and fetid air of the smoky tavern. Microfiction Monday offers a new image each week and a challenge to write a story of 140 characters or less. Click on the image to see other entries. Why not try your own?
Very nice! Glad I came by to read your blog.
ReplyDeletePoignant. Thanks for dropping by. This week I have dug into mythology for my micro story
ReplyDeleteAwe; breaks my heart. but I loved it!
ReplyDeleteawww, poor thing! life can be so cruel...
ReplyDeletegreat MM!
Thought Provoking Post, Someday they will be Reunited.
ReplyDelete*sniffle-sniffle* Your Monday's 140 truly moved me to tears. Beautiful, but yet beyond heartache-y.
ReplyDelete*wipes tears from eyes and shifts gears* It is sooo cozy here! I couldn't resist clicking on your "Follow" button!
Sad but beautifully handled.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Grandma. I love the sentence "sound touched the water." A moving piece.
ReplyDeleteHave a good week.
Beautifully written! Very touching microfiction. Have a wonderful week :)
ReplyDeleteSad but touching.
ReplyDeleteYou should posted a warning with this one!
ReplyDeleteoh my broken heart
very nice
Oh, so sad! But such a great take on the pic! Isn't it interesting what different things we all see in the same picture?? I love it! Have a great week!
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ah, poor Duck. The sad thing is, she will wait forever. Perhaps there is another Duck somewhere near who can make her smile again?
ReplyDeleteHave a great week.
That is just too terribly sad.
ReplyDeleteAww the poor thing. I hope he returns soon :) Maybe some other duck will come along and rescue her. Great take on the pics. :)
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