
Grasses hiss, my gumboots slap
Across the meadow I cut a path
After last night’s damaging storm
Wildflowers open in morning sun
Testing for warmth
In a day just begun

Grasses hiss, my gumboots slap
Across the meadow I cut a path
After last night’s damaging storm
Wildflowers open in morning sun
Testing for warmth
In a day just begun

Many thanks to Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr for their photo prompt, THE UNICORN CHALLENGE. (05/23/2025). No more than 250 words in length.
Me and my cargo have been waiting by the side of this road, near all day. The sun’s hot, ground’s dry, trees hard with the lack of rain, and Trevor never did show up this morning to drag us the rest of the way to the rail station, just a quarter of a mile away. The first and last train will have come and gone by now, I reckon.
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Sonja gazed around the property at the end of the peaceful neighborhood block: the perfect two-story house with its tiny back porch and wooden rocker, a colorful light shawl draped over an armrest; the tidy garden with its newly planted and wide-spaced blooms; black tuxedo cat half-napping under dense shrubbery hugging the side of the house; four sweetly curved granite steps leading up to a cheerful purple door.
“Purple,” she muttered, looking uneasily at the neighbors peeking out at her from behind lace curtains, noting “Definitely suspicious that the address in question in this sweet little neighborhood has a purple door.”
Continue readingMany thanks to Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr for their photo prompt, THE UNICORN CHALLENGE. (04/25/2025). No more than 250 words in length.

Early morning footfalls changed from soft wet pad through dew labored grass, to sharp crunch of gravel still held by night’s razor sharp chill. A faint scent of black coffee hung in the silent air; no one was in the mood for chat. They had a wrong to right.
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Many thanks to Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr for their photo prompt, THE UNICORN CHALLENGE. (04/18/2025). No more than 250 words in length.
It was a toss-up, for sure. What was the look for the evening gala? And what kind of statement did he want to make?
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Sulei had been hanging around the group of weird kids, watching how the insiders related with one another, how outsiders were treated, how permeable the boundaries were…whether it felt “safe.”
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The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: HAUNT. Visit, comment, and write & post your own on SIX SENTENCE STORIES. The Café is open. Come as you are!
Past midnight in a late winter thaw, Eddie stretched his limbs, smooth as ectoplasm and pale as the silver moon that shone in through the basement window. He’d grown tired of waiting, but why did he even care?
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