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This week’s Story Starter teaser is:

I didn’t see her when I opened the door, but I knew she was there. I could smell her perfume, “Night in Zambia”, we called it. When we were in Africa the life was simple and sweet with cooling lazy nights around a fire and hot sweaty days of watching wildlife. A perfume of sorts including all the scents of day and night and closeness were only between us. It had been ten years since she left me, but I can still feel and smell her presence.

Fandango’s Story Starter #110

Tanka Tuesday: I’ve asked my friend, and photographer, Terri Webster Schrandt, from secondwindleisure.com.

http://wordcraftpoetry.com/2023/08/15/2023-photo-prompt-template-tankatuesday-weekly-poetry-challenge-no-333-8-15-23/

Some changes you have no choice

You think you have a voice

A say in what happens when

You think you do, and then

You’re knocked off your feet

Unaware of the defeat

Dreams, plans, all disappear

Your loved one dies and then fear

Can I make it all alone

Will I still have a home

It takes some time to realize

Things go on and you still have your life.

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http://dversepoets.com/2023/08/15/poetics-august-transitions/

https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2023/08/15/three-things-challenge-m421/#more-99061. Your three words today are:
SULTRY BLUSH CRIME

Mike liked Sherry in blue, especially in high necked sequins. The shiny bits reflected in her eyes, and he could stare at her for hours. Sherry liked black and silky, form fitting, draped and lowered in all the right places. Sherry’s husband also liked the touch of satiny silk, tight and black on her body made him melt. Mike’s wife Marla’s favorite color was red, fluffy netting or feathers enhanced, and knew not of Mike’s secret adoration of blue sequins. All four people acted like magnets.

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Simply 6 Minutes – Welcome to the Challenge: 08/15/2023

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Everyone around us was getting grumpy as we embarked past the restriction/roped area at the fairgrounds. We were a fortunate few who entered the tented area for a concert. Despite the sound of thunder, we hoped the special voucher would let us backstage if the storm came. Before we left the house we took inventory of our backpacks, following our dad’s advice to make a list. Without his assistance, we would have been recipients of soaked clothing, even under the tent. As the rain graduated from light to heavy with hail, even the tent and our heavy rain jackets didn’t help much.

https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/19271780/posts/4849759114

Share Your World 14th August

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Link up at Wednesday’s post. Link goes live at 6:00 pm through Saturday late…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers.

PROMPT WORD: ABSTRACT

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I’m more of a Grandma Moses type of art person. Jackson Pollock was well known as a leader in abstract art. I like his “scribbled” works better, but this is interesting. What do you see? I see three bicyclists☺️. Any art that makes you take the time to gaze and think is wonderful.

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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

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