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Tourmaline’s 2022 Halloween Challenge Part 19 Decor

Adrian’s Restaurant (not in Mexico) Marty waited in the hallway for Professor Aguilar, whose office was dark behind the opaque glass door. It was 9:15 am. when Marty heard the ding of a text. It was the professor, texting, “meet me at Rocky’s in five.” Rocky’s was a small breakfast cafe just off campus, popular…

Tanka Tuesday Ekphrastic — Dearest Dorr

© Lisa Fox, Felt Mansion Early mornings I look from my bedroom window, the pond’s still surface a mirror that waits. I walk along the edge. My fingers remember being dirty, planting the urns, again. Aster and marigold, bright in the summer sun, when the world was full of colored perfume. In green brocade, I…

#FF — Cleared

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields The knock sends arrows of dread shooting through my body and the sound of a train begins to grow in my head. Mary and “the crew,” with their trucks and their cameras, are early. Although Mary was a weak-willed child that was easy to control, she’s grown up to be…

POPO2022 day 19 — b&w earth held with threads

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Tourmaline’s 2022 Halloween Challenge Part 18 Desserts

Flan de Cajeta (Mexican Creme Caramel) Marty waited until after dinner and Aunt Rosa’s, Flan de Cajeta (Mexican Creme Caramel,) her special dessert, to ask for a family meeting. He started from the beginning, when he and Jean found the cave drawing, what drew him to his university field of study, what had happened at…

POPO2022 day 18 — butterfly bouquet

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dVerse — Quadrille 162 (2) — Eye Heart Redbud

Heart-shaped leavesof redbud treeare silent bells; lulls,contradiction’s frenziedharvest’s winding down,in autumn’s gustswet from summer’s growing distant end.Too far either way until lavender clusters play.Eyes turn to still-greengrass, cushion for stark, life-seized portendof winter’s monotony. 2nd offering for this prompt Kim is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Kim says:Today I’d like you to take…