#Napowrimo #Overheard The Secret’s out, price of release ? A star players demands for a quarter pounder from the nearby takeout. caught on a mobile and sent to the morning news in a matter of minutes
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Bread for all and Roses too
#writeclub #countryside #farm #romance #dance around the field is a colorful sight, marking the wheatfield walls, the ladies of the village smile, as roses yellow, red and white, bring a bit of romance to all and soon bread will be made for the village tea dance, where the ladies will be seen dancing in a little …
It sounds like
Photo by Tina Nord on Pexels.com It sounds like feeding time, from beyond the window, there’s a aerial battle going on as sparrows swoop from sedentary rooftop positions to snatch the savouries in the nearby car park. Cheeps and chirps a plenty travel through the air as competitors discuss the best place to land a …
Under a Tree
#Napowrimo #Reflection #Thinking Sat with his chum on his favourite spot just watching the day go by and observing the bees moving to and from the flowers to the beehive making something tasty for lunch
We were like Animals
Excitable Inquisitive Noisy Chaotic Running like a pack in the Moonlight, Eating in the Dens of our choice and Howling like the streets and the nights were ours… Till at sunrise….a sheepish return – to the doghouse
Crossing the road
#napowrimo #writephoto #writephoto #napowrimo #crossing #road #chicken Why did the chicken cross the road ? at the request of their little chicks to aid their friends out of a mess coming to the aid of a frog and a toad who couldn’t find their way out of the sticks and out of a muddy hole …
Signal
#Signal #Sea #Lighthouse #Napowrimo Sending out a sign on the sea edge, high up on a cliff face in case the boats cant see them great beam of light that can be spotted in the distance noting spots on the great blue waters as boats great or small navigate through them light reaching as far …
An Overused Cliche
Photo by Kaique Rocha on Pexels.com #Writeclub #Cliche The scribbler sat at his easel, reading between the lines. It seemed like a literary masterpiece – but instead of a rose-petal sonnet, he’d opened a can of worms. His girlfriend wasn’t talking – something serious had to be done to repair that bridge he’d cross that …
Where’d the Milkman go ?
Photo by Farhaan Mushtaq Parimoo on Pexels.com #Milkman #extinctprofession #writeclub #napowrimo The sound of the bottles being turned around was one clear memory of childhood days The whirr of the electric motor of the milk float was better than any alarm clock on school mornings Glass bottles making a Distinctive sound almost sounded musical Crafted …
Egg
#Writephoto #Napowrimo Noted by its speckled appearance, the Egg rests happily in his Sandy bed on the beach, awaiting The day , the little un is big enough to break out
The Inkwell 