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The Final Climb

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Photo Credits: Douglas Mcllroy

THE FINAL CLIMB
            The view took her breath away as they flew over the majestic mounds of earth.
Shadows fell and snow glistened as the sun began to peek up over the horizon.
She’d often wondered what pulled him here, every year, attempting the impossible. Was it the physical or personal challenge? Or, was it simply the conquest?
The helicopter circled, began its descent, and with care, the pilot touched down. She stepped out, walked to the edge, surveyed the beauty, and lifted the lid from the urn. He’d finally made it top of the summit.

Hungry Fairies

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10 moths

Photo credit: Roxann Phillips

I had a little fun with this week’s prompt, and  the road less traveled.

              LUNA MOTH:

Although rarely seen due to their very brief (1 week) adult lives, Luna Moths are considered common.  As with all Saturniidae, the adults do not eat or have mouths.[4] They emerge as adults solely to mate, and as such, only live approximately one week. Flash Friday Fictioneers

HUNGRY FAIRIES

“Damn! Closed! You said they were open twenty-four hours. I’ve tasted a strawberry-banana smoothie the whole flight! Now, what?”
“Sorry. Maybe, we’re early. It isn’t like we can walk in the place an order, stupid.”
“Wait. A light flickered on in the back, I think. We might be in luck. What do you want?”
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“You see that hunk of burning love putting on his apron? My mind isn’t on food, and with only a week to live? Well, that’s where this Luna plans to land. Strawberry-banana?”
“You’re such a fairy!”

Safe Haven

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Photo Credit: Roxann Phillips

 

SAFE HAVEN

She tiptoed across the kitchen floor, and eased open the back door, put her finger to her lips, “Sssh Lady,” and took off running.

Louise didn’t look back, but she heard her mother’s warning ringing in her ears, “I’ll skin you alive if you don’t stay out of that cow pasture, Louise!”

She couldn’t stop. Here is where she felt safe, in the cow pasture, talking to the cows, her daddy, and God. Mostly God, because He had all the answers.Louise ran to the fence jumped up, squealing.”Lady! Look!” She pointed, “He’s here, see the rainbow?”

Reborn

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Photo Prompt 100 Word Fiction Fictioneers

Reborn

By the time she reached the top, she was spent. The climb had worked out the kinks in her muscles and the knots in her soul. The only pain left for her to feel, were the blisters on her feet.

Her labored breaths echoed through the trees as she rounded the last bend, her quivering legs giving out when she finally stopped, and came to rest against the wet earth. Closing her eyes, she leaned back into the tiny trickles of water, washing her past away, and drinking in new beginnings.