Month: November 2023

Trucks and Flowers

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PHOTO PROMPT © Fleur Lind

( I’m sure I’m not the only one who had the phrase “flower power” come to mind 🙂 I’m trying not to let it influence my story!)

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“Well, that’s one way to use a beat-up old truck!” commented Tessa.

“Don’t get any big ideas,” replied Marcus. “My truck’s not ready to be repurposed just yet. Got a lot of good miles on it.”

“I didn’t say I thought it was a good use for the truck. Kind of ruins the beauty of the flowers.”

“Ruins the beauty of a good engine, you ask me!”

“I didn’t.”

“Didn’t what?”

“Ask you.”

“Ask me what? Cryin’ out loud, you talk in circles.”

“Yup. C’mon. I want to go buy some flowers.”

“Not for my truck!”

Sigh.

Footsteps of Jesus?

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“I walked in Jesus’ footsteps today in Jerusalem!”

Joseph smiled to himself as he read the text. Hannah was so excited! He had no desire to dampen her enthusiasm, so he typed a bland reply. But he thought:

“How can people in today’s Jerusalem believe they were walking in the actual steps of Jesus? The city was destroyed and rebuilt so often! Layers upon layers.”

Joseph was an historian, researcher and teacher. He told his classes, “Go out into the countryside where Jesus lived, worked, and taught. You are more likely to find His real paths there!”

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Note: Here is a site for those of you who are interested in such things:

https://www.jewishvirtuallibrary.org/jerusalem-the-old-city

There is a lot of information, and I have not vetted every word. Read with the understanding that there may be errors.

Captive

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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

The green plastic watering vessel looked completely out of place, yet no one took it down. Many commented on it as the seasons passed.


“Look how the vines are wrapping around the handle! I wonder who left it there?”

“I don’t know, but the longer it’s there, the harder it’s going to be to set it free.”

“Set it free?”

“Well, it’s being held captive, isn’t it?”

“Your imagination is running away with you. Soon you’ll be giving it a name!”

“If you were held against your will, wouldn’t you want your name to be remembered?”

Never Again!

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PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart

The first few who walked through the archway were unprepared, and experienced very little fear, shock, or surprise. But the gunshots and screams were real.

Those in the growing line behind the first few began to stall, but were roughly shoved and dragged in spite of their resistance. More shots, more screams.

Those farther back stared with wide-eyed recognition, looking for ways to escape the armed soldiers all along the way. Parents tried to shelter children. Some of the stronger, younger men fought free, only to be shot in the back.

“No! No! Never again!” screamed one who got away.

Comfort

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

The fighting, horror, killing and dying–it was finally over. For now. As Pop went through his little stone house, turning off lights and checking doors and windows, his mind was on his son’s last battlefield.

The noise was deadly in itself. Disease in the trenches was rampant. Gas filled the air–and the lungs–and did its deadly work. It killed his son.

Who won? Pop shook his head. No one ever wins. It just goes quiet until the next time.

He left the porch light on. It comforted him, for some reason.