Drought

Looking this way and that, over the pale horizon, she searched the distance for anything that would bring her hope.  Each day, she stood upon the porch, looking for signs.  She studied the trees and smelled the wind.  Nothing today.  She knew eventually, the rains would come and her crops would flourish again.  But when?

This is a story told in 55 words for G-man.

Scare

Creeping from behind

Icy cold, surrounding me

Darkness settling in

A noise: what was that?

Eyes close. Heart beats faster. Boo!

Scream pierces the night.

This is for Sensational Haiku Wednesdays

Loud and Clear

A simple gesture made

No words exchanged

But message received

And feelings evoked

Sadness, Anger, Fear

Accompanied by many, many tears

Actions speak louder than words

This is a Sunday 160 for Monkey Man

Debonnaire

She looks at him, smiles

He notices and winks

My! How debonnaire!

This is for Sensational Haiku Wednesdays

Black

As the walls are closing in

And the colors fade to black

I wonder where my happiness went

And if, by chance, it will ever come back

I have to believe it will

It will


This is a Sunday 160 for Monkey Man
The first 2 lines are from the song "Black" by Sarah McLachlan 

Trapped

From where she stood, looking out upon the world, everything looked perfectly normal.  She got up each day, ate, went about her daily duties and slept soundly every night, not giving it much thought.  But when she did stop to think, she was able to remember that not everyone lived in an ornate, gilded cage.

This is a story told in 55 words for G-man.

Flare

Rising from below

Pure light, bright white, surrounds me

Then quietly fades

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