Of Moods And Bangs

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“Are you guarding the entrance?”

There was no response.

He didn’t really expect one. Not when she was in a mood.

She was going to just lie there by the narrow path between the wooden pallets that served as makeshift bridge and entrance, and stare at it as if the others would miraculously manifest by the force of her willpower alone.

“I think there’s a new herd coming from the east,” he noted.

No movement. He didn’t think she’d fall for it. Still, was worth a try. One never knew.

For his part, he did not grace her with a turn of his head. She did not deserve a sway of his magnificent woolly bangs, the pride of Farmer Jones, the envy of his peers, the feller of many a heifer.

He stood his ground. She guarded hers.

The flies buzzed.

It was going to be a very long afternoon.

 

 

 

For Cristina’s Crimson’s Creative Challenge

 

 

Mood Shift

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Photo: TimHill on Pixabay

 

The mood shifted,

Scudding and persistent,

And she knew that no matter the allure

To try and reach out

To touch it

In attempt to stop

It’s flow,

To do so would only

Poison them with

Mercurial glow.

 

 

 

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Mercurial in 38 words

 

 

Under Cloudy Skies

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Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

Mountains brood

Under skies

Packed with cotton

Piled high

Wrapped in shadows

Near by.

Afternoon

In Chiang Mai.

 

 

For the Wits-End Weekly Photo Challenge: Under Cloudy Skies

 

Atmosphere

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Photo: Amitai Asif

 

It’s the light

It’s the mood

It’s the tone

In the air

It’s the frowning

Of brows

And the cold

Atmosphere

It’s the half-frozen

Words

And the

Brrr

Everywhere.

 

 

For The Daily Post