The Cottage

photo by Grace Wang via Unsplash

The warm lights beckoned like a beacon of hope – of a place to rest, perhaps a meal, hopefully a phone…

The inviting aroma of coffee and freshly baked cookies didn’t let him wonder about the unusualness of an unlocked door.

Until, suddenly, all the lights went out and a blood-curdling shriek pierced the stillness.

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Written in response to The Three Line Tales #285

Fly High

Dream merchants selling hope through shirts and memorabilia

encouraging us to dream of a space and time where all will be free…

While in the now their borders and fences divide us

and manipulative politics rob us of humanity.

Fly high… way high… beyond the sky…

so high that you see not those stripped of basic dignity.

Photo by Mehrab Zahedbeigi via Unsplash

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Written in response to Three Line Tales 282

Barbed Wire

Like barbed wires…

they come between you and that of which you dream.

You may not mount and ride, nor be one with stallion and wind;

Yet you can’t but reach for that one tantalizing touch of what could be.

photo by Marian Oleksyn via Unsplash

In response to Three Line Tales 247