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The Pictures In Her Head

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For this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, Linda G. Hill has given us the word “draw.”

She used to dream about sunsets

on the other side of the world,

and sunsets that fell millions of years ago

hundreds of life times ago over the same mountains, oceans and streams

that surrounded the house she lived in

and then one day she decided to see  the pictures she drew on the inside of her eyelids for herself

but before she walked out of her front door, she thought, 

” Why should I stop there? Why not go further?

” Why not go further! ” she cried happily  into th darkness of her home, ” why not go a lot further then I have ever dreamed? “

So she put on her best dress

and her favorite hat

and she hopped on her favorite broom

and  the adventurous Witch of  Gravesend, Washington  flew herself  all the way to Mars.

For

The Wind

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For this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, Linda G. Hill has given us the word “wind.”

 

Time and dried, dead leaves,

dark clouds

and still pools of water on  the street outside my house

my dog sitting on our porch with his nose in the air

death and life and the veil that hangs between them

all patiently wait

for the wind to move in their favor.

No Road Ahead

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Linda G Hil’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday Prompt is: “In the.”

Gertrude Abercrombie

 

In the time it took me

to decide if I should turn left or turn right

the shape of the road I had  obediently followed changed

and I had to decide if I should  go forwards

or backwards.

 

Wouldn’t you know it? In blink of an eye

the road was gone, my map was meaningless

it was dark and I was good and lost

and to tell you the truth

as I stood there very much alone and afraid of what could happen next

I had never felt so free in my life.

 

 

 

Save The Date

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Linda G Hill’s SoCS: Calander

 

Last Halloween Midge and Frankie went to Fall River Massachusets  because they wanted to spend a few days in the Lizzie Borden’s house.

Why, you might be wondering? I’ll tell you. Halloween just happensto be their birthdays.

Did you think this was the odd part of the story?

It isn’t.

The odd part of this story happened at the airport in Seattle. It happened before they even got on the plane and off of the ground and they were sitting on worn out and suspicious smelling bench seats in the terminal.

Frankie was showing Midge some pictures of the room on her phone where Mr Borden had died and of course more then one featured Mr Borden on his settee with his face cleaved in two and the top of his skull , well, part of it wasn’t there anymore.

” So we can go into that room, right? Where Mr. Borden died?” Midge asked Frankie for about the hundreth time.

” Died” Frankie snorted.

” You know what I mean, will we get to see the rooms where Lizzie raised hell? ”

Midge assured Frankie that seeing those rooms was part of the Lizze Borden Experience.

” But we have access to those rooms, right? Do you think they’ll let us in the basement too?” Frankie’s voice came out in little gasps.

” Why? Why would you want to go dow there? Nothing happened there. You know that. ”

” I just like basements, that’s all. ”

” Listen. ” Frankie clicked her phone off. ” We are going there for a reason. We want to get into those rooms. We have to get into those rooms. We agreed. We want to be there for our birthdays. ”

” It would be nice, ” Midge sounded like she was about to cry, ” to see the place where we came into the world again.”