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“Going to be naughty?” Susan queried, moving closer to him on the couch. Her eyes were a green sparkle he loved. “Got a stocking?”, looking to one hung on the chimney.

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Can You Tell A Story In…

This week, a friend of mine graciously allowed me to use a scene he captured. Enjoy the snowy landscape prominently featuring a few tree branches laden down with the white stuff. Apropos of this time of the year!

Please create one senryu and one haiku to accompany this image prompt. Remember that a traditional haiku describes nature or a season, while a senryu focuses on human nature and emotions.

Then, provide a link in the comments below or ping back to this post on your blog.

Here is a wrap-up of last week’s prompt. I appreciate each of you for sharing your thoughts!

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delightful nature

watch your clomping, stepping feet

no crushing allowed

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nature makes it so

here a tiny branch covered

evening beauty

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SenHai Saturday #30

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Weekend Writing Prompt #446 – Implant

He sits alone

Now the dreamer’s dream is gone

Her photo hangs above on

An otherwise empty wall

Because she was the “only”

The only everything in his life

All dreams he had are done.

One more hour he tells himself

Just one more hour and then I’ll rise

I’ll rise and search again

I’ll find a new dream.

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Thursday Inspiration #310 Oh Sherrie

Christmas conjures the vision of a snow covered shed. In the shed are animals, keeping warm in a desert night. An awkward star shines down upon the structure. Inhabitants are humble humans, except for the tiny one. A glow surrounds the infant, swaddled in his mother’s scarf. Amazed occupants gather round to admire the three, and the rest is written.

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Heavenly Tableau

snow covered mama

ancient remembrance

faithful angels by

beholders’ beauty

people are kneeling

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MTB: Picture this in Six

“What do you know about it? I’ve been on this tour twenty times, and I’m telling you, you don’t need that umbrella or that ridiculous hat! That’s an entirely British myth.” Joe suddenly realized most of the men in line had some type of hat, whether fedora or flat cap. Joe thought he might as well give up and let his friend do what he wanted. Mike adjusted his cap and boarded the bus. As soon as they arrived at Piccadilly Street, it started to rain. Joe just sighed and pulled out the umbrella he had under his trench coat.

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Simply 6 Minutes – Welcome to the Challenge: 12/09/2025

Respond to this Friday Faithfuls challenge by writing anything about cosmic rays.

Of course I have one

Hidden away

Wear it when I feel

Those cosmic rays

Mostly invisible but feel them I do

That’s why the hat is nothing new

I advise you to make one too

Easy assembly, no need for glue

Just pull out the foil

A long bunch needs

To be twisted up

The heavy type succeeds.

Good luck but don’t share it

When you feel the rays

Be sure to wear it.

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Still some icy spots and 75 mph gusty winds so loud at night you can’t sleep, but today it was sunny and 60F😵‍💫. Weird weather the past couple of years and the usual winds increasing but usually very cold which mean it’s now winter here. Today it was a mild warm wind. Lovely, except for hairdos. People looked crazy🙃😄! Everything here is copacetic so no complaints. Have a great weekend!🥳🎉🎊

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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Dec. 13, 2025

MLMM – “STOP and Smell the Roses”

First Line Friday:

Death by roses, she thought, death by roses, hanging her head, feeling totally defeated, tears streaming down onto her velvet dress. This blue velvet dress she had saved just to impress her mother, what a waste it was. She walked down to the waiting taxi and hesitated for a moment, looking back to the cemetery. Oh, mom, why didn’t I realize how much you needed me before it was too late? Stepping into the taxi she left for the airport.

Jane was late to the funeral, late to the internment, too late to help her mother, just too damn late for everything. Regrets now wouldn’t help, but they would plague Jane for the rest of her life. It was not all her fault; she was a young executive in another city and state. Flights home to keep abreast of her mother’s situation were not her priority as she fought to keep improving her career. The small town she grew up in didn’t call to her as much as her business did.

Jane’s mother Lydia led an ordinary life in an ordinary small town. She became a widow early on and raising Jane was the most important thing in her existence. Jane was young enough not to realize her mother’s predicament, and as many young people do, she was only concentrating on herself. Jane attended college away from home and her career took her even farther away. Lydia found herself at odds being home alone, and decided to volunteer at a nearby hospital. She was needed there and felt a fulfillment that had been missing since her husband’s death.

After a few months of socializing, Lydia fell in love with a patient. After his discharge they were always together. Unbeknownst to Lydia or her friends, the patient, Lloyd, had problems that were not addressed by the medical doctors.

When Lydia continued her volunteering, Lloyd took her absence as a personal affront. He had a hidden sinister side and when Lydia wouldn’t give up the hospital work, he retaliated. Researching the effects of certain available poisons, he purchased one he could apply to flowers. Lloyd knew Lydia’s favorites were roses. The night of her death he purchased her favorite roses, but left them in the car.

As they ate dinner, he asked her once more to please stop working in the hospital. Lydia knew he was jealous of her time away, but she was not going to give it up. She couldn’t understand why Lloyd wouldn’t want her to help others as she had helped him. Lloyd excused himself saying he had a surprise for her. He went to the car, retrieved the roses and went into the garage. After applying the nearly invisible poison, he returned to the dining room. He presented her with the lethal bouquet and she smiled. Lifting the roses to her face, she took a deep sniff of her favorite scent.

It only took a few moments for the poison to work. Lydia slumped onto the table. “Death by roses” thought Lloyd, “they’re your favorite, and now so am I.”

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/12/08/first-line-friday-december-8th-2017/

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