The Veil
Sitting on the bright sunny patio, she looked down at her notepad pondering. How can you write Halloween poetry on such a bright sunny day?
The veil rends
At Halloween
Between worlds
No, she didn’t feel at all inspired.
A rumble seemed to shake the world, she looked up at the cloudless blue sky, “What the …” the thought remained hanging in the air as she heard another, even louder crash.
A feeling of foreboding percolated into her mind. With a third crash the patio began to tremble and disappear.
She sat upright in bed, a storm was brewing.
Linked to Friday Fictioneers – PHOTO PROMPT-Copyright-Melanie Greenwood
Well, in that dream world, it probably felt like the veil between the worlds had been rent!
Very nicely done Georgia 🙂
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LOL … I was going to get up earlier … but got home late from lesson and slept in a little and the story kept running through my head … kind of like the muse was saying .. hmmmm isn’t it time to get to work?
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That imperious muse, cracking the whip 😉
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Ah yes … but who’s complaining! 😉
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Not you, no ma’am! 😉
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Nor I!
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Now I had not expected that ending…I love being surprised. Brava, cara.
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Thanks Cheryl-Lynn … 🙂
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Dear Georgia,
Just when you think you have things figured out, bam! You wake up. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle … glad I could surprise you, a real compliment! Thanks, and have a great week, Georgia.
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