PHOTO PROMPT- Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
As i looked out of the window my first thought was “WOW!!”. After coming back to my senses a while later i started wondering about how my life would have been if we had stayed together.
Some choices are hard to make but some are harder to implement , God! i missed her.
I couldn’t change the past but i smiled at the thought of seeing her in a few hours.
If someone asked me,that moment what true beauty really is i would tell it is meeting your true love after a long time.
And of course tell the fool to look out of the window.
PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Kelly Sands
I have had a rough week.
Things were serious everywhere , in my college , my family , my relationship , just everywhere.
It was that moment when i accepted i could change everything by accepting to change the way i look at things that i understood the true meaning of hope.
For without hope we lead a life of certain doom.
Just when i had resolved my courage and reassured my faith i looked at the sky for some inspiration.
The enthralling view of the clouds over me felt like it was sent to protect me.
“Watch over me” i silently whispered.
Copyright-Dawn Q. Landau
“Camp delta – to – station , is everything OK ?”
“Station responding , yes sir. We just set up.”
“Estimated time for first report – 13:00 hours”
“Hello Arebraew , how’s things going on?”
“Well there’s a panoramic view of the ocean , and we have set up on a rock.”
“You know there’s a stairs that connects this abandoned lighthouse type house to the ground , as if we need them .”
“Ha ha! Happy Human Hunting! ” chuckled the leader of the Green Aliens.
Copyright -Ted Strutz
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“How do you like the view?” asked the man in front of me.
“Well , i appreciate the beauty” said i looking outside the window at the magnificent hills.
He smiled and stared at the river. He never once stopped looking at the river. Curiosity always got the better of me.
“Why are you looking at the river and no where else?”
” I owe everything to the river , i won a poetry prize because of that” said the man with nostalgia in his voice.
” Oh that’s great , which prize was that?”
” My poem Ode to the river won….
“Oh my god!! you are not Anthony , are you?”
“Well, as a matter of fact i am”
“You remember me? Parvathi!! back from your high school days.”
He now owes a friend to the river too. 😛