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No Response

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My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

No Response

No Response –

Geo had moved to the new city just a few months ago.  As he walked down the street he thought that was him.  But years had passed since their last encounter and it did not end as planned.  He was standing there reading the paper, minding his own business.  Geo wanted to stop, but the years had passed; did that time heal the wounds?

Would he still hold hard feelings?

Geo had to take the chance, it may not come again.

As Geo walked toward him, he did not move, and gave no sign that anyone was approaching.  Geo placed his hand on his should and the chatting began.

There was no response and there would be none.

Silo

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My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

Silo

Silo –

The town knew what is was, the facade could not hide the truth.  It took years to build, why would this small structure take years to build?  Unless there was something to hide.

And Twistee Treat, that had to be the project name; who in their right mind would name a business Twistee Treat?

Now years after the construction started, it was open – it was time to investigate.

I slowly with caution approached wondering why there weren’t more people here.  Was this a clue?

Now at the window, I pretended to be calm and then I realized the menu was full of assorted flavors of ice cream, cones and sprinkles.

It was like being in ice cream heaven; but no this was all fake.  The real reason was well below the floor hidden and ready to go at a moment’s notice.

It was a silo after all, right?

What are you looking at?

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My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

What are you looking at?

What are you looking at? –

Okay, I was minding my own business, you know doing the things hens do.  And then he starts strutting his stuff.

Really?  And why would you do that here?  The city is allowing us to roam free amongst others and you go and spoil it.

What do you mean, I am making a scene, you started it! Why are you talking to me that way?  Go back to Rooster land or where ever you came from.

Hey, you with the camera.

What are you looking at?

Sphere

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My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

Sphere

Sphere –

It was a hot summer’s day, I think sometime in June.  And I walking along and alone to where no one had been to before.

As I was in progress on my expedition, there in front of me it stood.  What a great wonder it was – I was paralyzed in my tracks.

Was it real or an image from my imagination?  The size of it alone was astonishing.

I stood there in amazement and then the pulling began.  What was taking place?

Was this to be the end of me?  And why me?

The pulling was harsh and I had no control and therefore the wonder it was; was now a threat.

The nearer it pulled me in the less tired I felt and some type of comfort took over.

What was this that was taking place?

The sphere kept the pulling, soon followed by the relief.

Gator Gary

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My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

Gator GaryGator Gary –

It was on the bucket list #8, just behind #7 Mud Wresting a Baboon.

So, #8, is to ride a gator.

As time approached to attempt the completion of bucket list #8, the anxiety increased.

But who was more anxious?

Gary was ready and mentally prepared for the task; bucket list #8.

The Gator not so much.

As the mounting of the Gator took place, there was a frozen stance.

The Gator in its frozen stance did not respond to Gary’s commands.

So, would bucket list #8 be checked off as completed?

Downward Palms

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My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

Downward Palms

Downward Palms –

Palms will grow with light

Palms will grow with water

Palms will grow to great height

Palms will grow toward that which provides

Palms grow upward

Palms grow sideward

Palms growing downward

Palms growing downward, maybe deceiving

Palms growing sideward, maybe believing

Palms growing upward, always relieving

What the hell?

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My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

What the Hell

What the hell? –

As the yoga session progressed, so did the poses.

Who knew this extension would be of such great benefit?

The widening of the extremities along with the pulling back of the neck were difficult.

But the result of this pose would increase the range of motion and strengthen the core.

It was feeling great until that thing blew in.

You know, that thing that blew in my mouth.

What the hell is in my mouth?

Fish Without Feet

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My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

Fish Without Feet

Fish Without Feet –

So, I was minding my own business, you know swimming around looking for food.  Then it happened!

Really, who knew?

I was picked up and taken away far from the water.

The wind blew and the waters swelled and there I went up and over the rocks.

Really, who knew?

All I need now is to be put back into the water so I can continue looking for food.

I am a fish without feet and therefore unable to walk back.

I would greatly appreciate your help today.

Umbrellas

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My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

Umbrellas

Umbrellas –

As the sun begin to set for the day, the overwhelming feeling of comfort took over.

The daylight hours were coming to an end and soon the nightfall would be upon them.

Their time was limited and they would not be needed again until the next opening.

It was the beginning to the closure.

But the surrounding activities would continue for what seemed like eternity.

They would stand tall, yet unopened and wait again as they always do to be needed.

Excuse me

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My category ‘Pictures & Stories’ are posts with me writing a fictional, creative short story about a picture.

Excuse Me

Excuse me –

‘Excuse me, I was wondering which way to the restroom?’

There was no response to his request and once again he asked ‘Excuse me, restroom?’

Again, no response and no more questions were asked.

The day had been a long one and yes, the water was sparse, but still nature called.

But he was in nature, so if nature called, he could do what most animals do in nature, right?