Saturday Mix Flash Fiction – The Impressionist Sunrise#amwriting #saturdaymix #flashfiction 


Thanks to Bastet at MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie  for hosting Saturday Mix this week. Today’s prompt is a 100 Word story on a spring photograph using descriptive writing.


Spring Image MLMM
Credit: Edgewood Garden, Washington State; MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie -Bastet

At this early hour the sky is grey and misty. Fog creeps across the water hiding its blue-green brilliance. The mist veils all, yet in the distance, luminous rays of sunlight glance across the sky. I can see the mist disappate as the eastern sunlight envelopes the gray with golden rays, paint strokes of orange and pink. 

The robins tweet joyfully and the trees are bursting with green buds, the promise of white blossoms soon. I’m enthralled by the dawn and the once dank becoming intensly vivid. Something inside me relaxes as morning awakes. It feels as if I’m in the middle of an impressionist sunrise. 


©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved

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Flash Fiction for The Purposeful Practitioner: The Open Road


Thanks to Roger Shipp for hosting FFftPP.


road
Credit: Roger Shipp

The open road can take you anywhere. There are many places to go, its so difficult to decide precisely which road you will take. On one hand, you have opportunity and potential before you. You’re bursting with aspirations and a chance to discover a new or familiar place and make it your own. You’ve a desire to create lasting and meaningful memories.

But on the other hand, there’s the downside of open roads. Roads aren’t always safe. You believe the road ahead is empty, but you never see a speeding car whipping out, when you both crash. You aren’t paying attention when you see a moose in the middle of the road, directly in your path. You may have the SUV but he’s huge and more likely to kill you.

Journeys aren’t what we think they’ll be. Some of them lead to misery and pain.Some of them lead to mistakes and learning the hard way. But it’s the price of travelling the open road. As you’ve little idea if you’re playing the correct card in a Black Jack, you have little idea where that open road will lead, or end.


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