I was one of the lucky ones during lock down. My small house was on the coast and I could go out for walks along the beach or the cliffs or the patches of surrounding countryside.
I saw on the news about people in their city apartments with no access to a garden or much space to walk. It made me realise how lucky I was.
I dreamt of a balloon that flew me up. The balloon was red, the sky blue and I was a black dot to the people below. Higher and higher, passed shocked birds and stuffed clouds, to the land of make belief where life is complete.
(Inspired by; https://only100words.xyz/2020/05/14/three-line-tales-week-224/ with thanks).
Nineve raised her face to the sunset, enjoying the last warmth.
The sea lapped around the rocky out crop she sat upon, calling her back beneath the waves where she belonged.
Nineve looked down at her fishy tail, glittering multi-coloured scales and wondered what it would be like to have legs.
(Inspired by; https://only100words.xyz/2020/02/20/three-line-tales-week-212/ with thanks).
He liked nature so much he decided living amongst it was his second calling. He became a monk hermit, famed for his curing herb mixtures and blessed water. People travelled from afar to his shelter to exchanged food and tools for his remedies. He never took money and stayed true to God.
(Inspired by; https://flashfictionforthepracticalpractitioner.wordpress.com/2020/02/19/flash-fiction-for-the-purposeful-practitioner-2020-week-08/ with thanks).
She took the pills and washed them down with strawberry vodka. Laying on floor with the empty bottles, she lit one last cigarette.
Dozing and watching the exhaled smoke, she imagined that soon she would be floating away and fading into nothingness.
(Inspired by; https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/01/28/photo-challenge-300/ with thanks).
The temptation was too real and I couldn’t help myself. The ice cream melted on my tongue, sending me to a frozen heaven and a land of pleasure. One spoonful wasn’t enough, I needed more, more! Half a tub was gone before I realised.
(Inspired by; https://rochellewisoff.com/2020/01/22/24-january-2020/ with thanks).
I was a mild winter and leaves were still clinging to the branches. People had been acting like it was spring but too long I had been sleeping. Now, I reached out frosty fingers and touched the living till they froze and they died until my warmer sister arrived.
They had spent the night telling scary stories and laughing at their fears. Little did they know as the fire died and the forest settled into complete blackness, something was stirring through the undergrowth.
The blade of an axe, a glint of light and spots of blood hit the floor.
The writing won’t come today. I have words and ideas enough in my head but they won’t come out onto paper. My headaches with trying, my hands shake with holding the pen tightly. I shut my eyes, try to relax, to clear my head then focus but the paper stays blank.
Winter was my favourite season. There was something so satisfying about crunching over snow and leaving footprints behind. I spent as much time outside as possible, I loved visiting woods and the countryside. I liked to photograph the snow draped scenery and the cobweb lines of frost on rocks.
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