The Daily Post Prompt – Forlorn – Pitifully sad and abandoned or lonely.
Little Piper Lousie
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The Daily Post Prompt – Funnel
Jesus, Can’t stand this winter weather. Tree branches stretch out their bare arms waiting for the caress of sunshine and the cloak of new greens leaves.
I stand on the edge of the porch and watch the funnel of frigid, arctic air swirl through the spindly, bare branches, scattering the dead leaves of another year like spent confetti.
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The Daily Post Prompt – Winsome
Winsome. This word gave me pause. I said it aloud and let it roll around on my tongue for a while. It is such an old-fashioned word, almost Victorian sounding to me. It means attractive; appealing in appearance or character; pleasant, delightful; suggesting a child-like charm.
It’s such a gentle word lost in the barrels of an ungentle, brutal world. I racked my brain for images. There are so many places across our lands I would describe as breathtaking, beautiful, stunning, magnificent, and majestic. Only a few images came to mind when I thought of this delightful word; the innocent, untarnished jewels of our existence.
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The Daily Post Prompt – Viable
She took her shoes off, held her breath, and turned the key to the front door. It was dark downstairs except for the small lamp on the side table left of the stairs. The only sound, the faint ticking of the antique clock on the dining room mantel. She eased the door closed behind her and took the stairs on her tip-toes thankful her parents were asleep.
She turned the knob of her bedroom door and let out a sigh of relief. Home free.
“You better have a viable explanation for why you’re sneaking in this house at two AM, young lady. ”
Busted!
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