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It was a futile attempt. After border rules changed, the old truck needing repairs, and the lack of positive reinforcement by his family, the man was ready to give up. He drove the truck as far as he could before it died.

John’s youthful plans to live in his wife’s home in Mexico, raise their family and return to his home in Montana, failed. Thirty years of holding dual citizenship, he was now denied legal entrance back into the US.

After camping overnight beside the truck, they gathered their belongings and began a long walk back to their Mexican abode.

Three Line Tales, Week 155

Her inner fears wanted to decline but her legs seemed to stand her up and she had no choice. He was certainly handsome, debonair, and dressed princely, but she knew her dancing skills were not the best.

Her cheeks took on a pinkish hue as she took his hand and they walked out on the floor. She thought, yes, dreams can come true. . .I’m dancing as I never thought I could!

Swirling around on the floor, the second waltz took on a faster rhythm and she was almost mesmerized at her sudden ability to keep up.

Then of course, the inevitable happened. He swished her out beside him. Losing her grip on his shoulder, she tripped over the hem of the ball gown she had borrowed.

Trying to save herself, she fumbled and fell. The poor girl not only embarrassed herself and her partner but ended up breaking her arm as she tried to catch herself among the dress fabric.

Like most things of dreams, the moment was lost.

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Weekly Writing Prompt #176

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No gloves are needed

Dirt filled hands a spring trademark

Rewards will be seen

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/01/16/heeding-haiku-with-chevrefeuille-january-16th-2019-first-day-of-spring/

Cheese grater, nerves, static

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As much as I want it to remain static

My nerves don’t follow that particular tactic

My emotions sooner or later

Work my brain like a cheese grater

The main part tries to stay on track

When life’s worries I have no lack

And my nerve endings start to melt

In a cheesy mess, positive outlook fell

It’s like a roller coaster these days

I really need to change my ways

I need to stop brooding where I can’t help

Such good intentions, but I still want to “Yelp”.

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/01/16/three-things-challenge-2019-16/

Teresa challenged me and here’s the rest of the story from Teresa:

Here is the picture I, Fandango, and Sandmanjazz were given and my own story below it:

It was only a dream. Inspiring as it had always been as a child, I hadn’t often visited it as an adult. But tonight was different. I was so sad over losing my friend, I could hardly sleep. I stretched out on my softest covers and tried to forget the day and relax. I thought about our friendship and our childhood play times together.

We shared a dream of ballooning above the earth, on an endless journey, seeing the world from such a lofty place. And as I let myself remember, the dream returned to me.

Then I saw him. There he was, sitting on a piece of a welcoming moon, drifting without cares, without sadness or pain of suffering. I knew he was where we had dreamed, as children. He was telling me his dream had come true.

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I choose the picture below and nominate these three people to tell their story about it.

Elaine at roseelaineblog.wordpress.com

Yinglang at yzhengblog.wordpress.com

Regina at isaiah46ministries.wordpress.com

Have fun with it. The rules above are: Write something about the picture you were given. Choose a different photo for your own post and three people to write about it. It’s fun to pass this challenge on.

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Beyond the night sky

I see your feathers fly

I can only wonder where you’ll be

Your heart is still here with me

Are angels with you way up there

Above the clouds, resting where

I can only hope you’re free

To be with who you’ve longed to be.

💫💫

Writing Prompts

“Boys, Christmas is over”. But just because the tree’s put away, they’re not leaving. Cool!

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The sage speaks wisdom

Advice to the young saplings

Still green on the vine

http://ronovanwrites.com/2019/01/14/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-236-sage-vine/

“I don’t want you to assume any hypocritical theory about this brief parting” he said with a slight frown. He observed her sitting quietly beside him on the platform. “I’m going to miss you terribly!” The professor tried to build the framework of a logical excuse to dislodge any doubt of the real reason for leaving.

His lover, rising to stand above him, chose to swap her doomsday theory of his never returning, to reasons why she would be better off without him. “It’s alright, George”, she offered. “At least I won’t have to listen to your Schrödinger’s cat theories any longer. Bon voyage!” The train engine roared impatiently as she smiled and walked away.

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/01/14/wordle-218/

It was not in the plan. Of course it never is, waking up too early with stuff on your mind. You know that type of stuff you finally let go the night before so you could get to sleep?

Not my plan, anyway. But then there’s that annoying text that beeps you awake, “have you called yet?” The text refers to a call I should have made days ago. I replied, “no, they’re two hours later and I want to be awake when I call.”

It’s now two hours later my time, I made the call, glad I did, but it was not without consequences. That’s why I didn’t make it days ago. I was waiting till the pain would ease, but of course it didn’t. Now it has, a bit. Crying after the call ceased for a while, until I started writing this.

It’s one of life’s miseries, trying to accept someone else leaving this plane, hopefully to rise to a better one. We all have to do it, but that will be easier than having someone you love do it.

Plan – Word of the Day Challenge