Romeo and Juliet – Cancun Style

Three Line Tales, Week 115

Romeo and Juliet – Cancun style.

photo by Ronaldo Santos via Unsplash

Oh Pedro my spider man, at last we are alone.

Si, me amor, let us elope my darling Rosita, while we are young.

The door! Quick, the cup, Pedrito. My father is home.

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Dream Lover

Dream Lover – Three Line Tales

Roman Kraft via Unsplash

My dreams of you are beautiful, and in mornings I wake shivering in cold fear.

I know you are watching me and today you’ve made your feelings very clear.

Choking and claustrophobic in this café, as my dream lover – a stranger – is near.

Life’s Neglected Past

Three Line Tales. Life’s Neglected Past.

Photo by Sean Tan via Unsplash

Our sunshine filled childhood days, we ran and splashed, swimming in the lake.
Those dream filled teenage years promising, as we sat dangling our wet feet.
Years gone, but have we become so dull and grey? Let’s leap naked into the deep.

Three Line Tales – Great Expectations

Three Line Tales -Great Expectations.

Photo by Annie Sprat via Unsplash

Just another large gin to steady the nerves, must be presentable; you understand.
I hope they bring a red and some Jack Daniels or better, a Glenmorangie.
Food! Too late they are here. Why the white coats? What have I done?

Three Line Tales – A New House.

Three Line Tales – A New House.

Photo by Andrew Neel via Unsplash

Lost in the dark, cold, damp caves. A dragon screeches loud from above.
‘Tim, Tim… Come on… out the cellar now… it’s your bedtime.’
Hot chocolate and dreams of tomorrow’s plans; the jungle in the attic.

 

Three Line Tales – The Ghost of Nature

Photo by Rebecca Johnston

Three Line Tales – Week Thirty Five

The Ghost of Nature

I am the evolution and future of Earth’s existence.
The protector of all species within nature’s kingdom.
But, Man with his weapons predicates only the world’s extinction.

Three Line Tales – Mojito Sting

Three Line Tales

Photo by Wolf Schram

Mojito Sting.

‘Oye que bola,’ she sipped mojito in the Bertolt Brecht bar, hustling canasta. I had a sure winner and dropped in my Chevrolet keys. She turned a full house. ‘Want to come for a ride?’ She laughed. At the beach in the back seat, was I lucky or being screwed for my car?

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I have added a short story from my collection The Listener.

Ellen

Three Line Tales – Cultured Hands

 

Three Line Tales – Only 100 words.

Photo by Alex Hockett

Visual art is symbolic of who we are,
and like our human souls there is eternal value,
in the preservation of our skin.

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Why not read my latest short story published today?

Forked Tongue

Three Line Tales – Time

Heirloom.

Photo by Rachel Crowe

Our family heirloom
Past, present, and the future
Treasure in my hand

Three Line Tales – Burning at our Heels.

 

Photo by Dan Carlson

 

Forever in our marathon journey through life,

we are in an endless race chasing the dreams of our future,

and so must stay one leap ahead of fate burning at our heels.