Three Line Tales, Week 60
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Every day the old man sat nearby the door outside the store. Most of his days and time were garnered answering questions about the store’s quality meats and today’s special.
One day the old man was overheard answering a young lady inquiring whether turkey was the special for today. He replied, “madam, there’s no today’s special.” The woman looked puzzled.
The old man explained, “the bright red sign is a reminder when crowds dropped in to buy quality meats. This store and others like it have been closed many decades.
Response to the Three Line Tales photo challenge (a variation from the typical 3 lines 100 word count)
Three Line Tales, Week 55
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Lift your hands up to help me not to cause me pain. Do not slap me, help me. Do not wound my soul. Use your healing hands to soothe my pain. Lay your hands to embrace and pray for me.
Lift your hands up to lift me up not weigh me down. Do not tear me down by your hands. Do not dig a hole to bury me in. Use your hands to lift me higher into the light and out of darkness.
Lift your hands up to give praise not to use them to carry scandalous strife. Do not scorn me by spreading falsehoods. Do not touch the anointed, lend your hand in need.
(My three lines have gone over the literal three lines)
Three Line Tales, Week Fifty-One
Dangerous deep waters
are a far cry from safety
and a short distance to
Response to the weekly Three Lines Tale –
Three Line Tales, Week Forty-Seven
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The warmth of cinnamon-baked raisin bread filled the air from the old lady’s kitchen.
White snowflakes, faded memories, reminiscing over whimsical reflections of children laughter made her smile as she carefully sliced pieces of the loaf with love.
Like every year, the old lady sprinkled powder sugar on the bread capturing the sweet memories of happiness when others were around.
Response to the Three Line Tales Challenge
Three Line Tales, Week Forty-Six
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Life is like an amazing tapestry of picturesque views oftentime distracting its inhabitants from looking beneath the surface.
But, if you take time to look a little closer, right behind its facade, you’re realize everything isn’t as it appears, some things are hidden.
Look closer, there are cracks, holes, boundaries, and bumps unexpectedly- just when everything appears lovely and flawless.
Three Line Tales, Week Forty-Three
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Although she wore a black rain jacket, she did not fade into the natural green back drop of life.
Her face is not hidden from the world. A single speck or leaf will not shield her from life challenges.
Although she stands alone now, there are others who are standing in the very same place.
` Yvonne L.
Response to the 3 Line Tales Challenge.
The hymnal still rests on the piano, its pages are opened to “Pass Me Not.”
The piano remains untouched since daddy’s death.
While others call on thee, we seek answers. Lord heal our wounded spirit.
Today’s response to Sonya’s 3 Lines Tale Challenge (100 words or less) Inspiration: Pass Me Not O’ Gentle Savior (the hymnal)
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