photo by Dan Carlson – you’ll find a bigger version here
Vandals started the fire.
Different vandals created the graffiti.
The hope of human love and equality melted before our eyes.
Written for three line tales
photo by Dan Carlson – you’ll find a bigger version here
Vandals started the fire.
Different vandals created the graffiti.
The hope of human love and equality melted before our eyes.
Written for three line tales
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Short but so powerful, I had goosebumps after reading the last line.
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I am glad it seems to have worked 🙂 I was hoping that it would be powerful. Thanks for reading.
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Oooh, very nice take on the prompt! Terrible scenario, of course, but nicely done 🙂
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I am glad that you enjoyed my effort. Thanks for reading and hosting.
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My pleasure, Angie 🙂
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Interesting take on the prompt!
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I focused on the words rather than the foot! Thanks for reading.
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Nice 😉
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Indeed we rarely remember what started the issue by the time the damage is done.
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We never seem to! Thanks for reading.
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You brought to the forefront the graffiti and gave it the same intense heat as the flames. Great job.
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Thanks for reading, glad you enjoyed it!
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You linked the flames and graffiti together so well. Great job!
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I am glad you think it worked out well. Thanks for reading.
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