My Sunday Threesome!

Posted Saturday June 18

Where am I? What loathsome sin have I committed to deserve this? Somebody, anybody, help me, please. Why do my pleas go unheeded? Run, yes run. Fast. Faster. Water, water all around me. Where am I? Rushing, boiling, foaming water erupting from nowhere, everywhere, sweeping me along. I crack me head against a jagged rock. Help me, please. Where am I? Here’s the bank rising up and up. Climb. Clamber. Shadows taunt me, crows torment me. Swarming. Flapping. Pecking. Squawking. I scramble through mud. It sucks me, pulls me. Angry thorns tug me, snag me, slow me... slower.... slower..... slower. I fall.

Where am I? I am in a different place, a quiet and peaceful place. The thorns release me, and as I watch them retreat, pale leaves unfurl and a rose bud appears, its little pink petals unfolding. I sense the sweetest aroma as a gentle breeze caresses my face, and a songbird serenades me. Look, over there; a shimmering pool, its ripples gleaming gold in the sunlight. Warm rays cosset me, embrace me, comfort me. I love this place.

I feel a bump on my head. My eyes spring open as a little boy runs past.  Sorry mister he shouts as he chases his ball across the park.

The Sunday Whirl

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Sunday Scribblings 2

Of this week's twenty-five given words, I have used all but two.

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