photo by Egor Vikhrev via Unsplash They say, don't go beyond the line. There are no chairs. I say, no trains, no problem. I wrote this in response to the three-line tales challenge.
This photo by Daniel Jensen via Unsplash How did I get here? Oh yeah, jumped off the boat. Stupid alcohol! Written for three line tales.
Written for three line tales photo by Watari via Unsplash Building work newly discovered the old church. Once a place of worship: once a hangout for teens. The long-forgotten building welcomed the rush of new life entering its doors. You
photo by Tony Wang via Unsplash Bad weather meant they had grounded all flights. Passengers were arriving by bus and nobody knew where to go. The father watched for any sign of his daughter and grandchild in the crowd. Written for three line tales.
“Typical,” the man complained from inside the car, “we drive all the way to do seaside and it rains.” “Stop complaining, dear,” his long-suffering wife replied. “Granddad,” the young toddler announced excitedly pointing at the sky, “pretty colours!” Written for three line tales
photo by Robert Collins via Unsplash Cheering, the children prepared for launch. Long-time in making, but finally ready. Float free little star. Written for three line tales.
photo by Alina Fedorchenko via Unsplash Lost, I stood to look for the way out. My head was spinning. Was I looking up or down? Written for three line tales