#NovemberNotes Day 27/ Three Line Tales: Fiction – “Memories Hiding Cannot be Seeked” #amwriting #3LineTales


For November Notes Day 27 the Prompt song is “Hide and Seek” by Fatai but I’m using the song of the same title by the group Imagone Heap. I’m combining the song prompt with #3LineTales from Sonya of Only 100 Words for January 4, 2018.


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“Hide and Seek” by Imagone Heap


Josse’s murmuring nonsense in his sleep except for the number, “850, 850 . . . ;” then, waking up he looks at me rasping, where are we and what the hell is going on — I rub my eyes and think this can’t be happening, can it?

I try to appear sympathetic as I do every time Josse wakes up asking, but before I can speak he yells, “Hide and seek, all these games, trains and sewing machines — life has gone still, everything is so still, why, Claire?”

Sighing, I wish I could explain how much things have altered since his accident, but each day I do he forgets and I’m listless from losing him repeatedly, from reassuring him that we’ve been safe for the past twenty-five-years; but still Josse cries, “850, 850. . . you’re mid-sweet words, you don’t care a bit, what happens to us — we’re in such danger, why do you speak without feeling, don’t you love me, Claire?”


©️Mandibelle16. (2018) All Rights Reserved.

Photo Challenge: Poem – Italian Sonnet – “Cowboys and Indians” #amwriting #poetry


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s photo challenge.

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Credit: Elizabeth Anna

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Face so black, eyes green-blue, a warrior stood, 

In forest, playing games, children not meek.

On the faces of cliffs roam, hide and seek,

Cowboys with guns, face arrows of wood. 

Her hair is in braids, she’s taller and could, 

 Take out any boy; her face paint it streaks;

Black oil paints stain her pink dress as she seeks, 

Unafraid, with bow ready, arrow’s wood —

Will strike at any movement and set fly, 

Weapon which could hurt, but that’s life she sighs.  

Hopes her arrow might hit a deer — dinner, 

For a family she can’t feed, as a child. 

Only a girl, no parents but she plays, 

In this strange cowboys and Indian brave’s game. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.