Spur – #writephoto

Sue’s #WritePhoto prompt this week:

Looking at the contraption hanging from the wall, Barbie turned towards Ken.

“Babe, I know we watched Fifty Shades, and all that, last night, but there is no way that is going anywhere near my perfect surgically enhanced figure.”

Fearful of puncture and subsequent deflation, Barbie backed away from her ‘adventurous’ boyfriend.

“Huh?” Ken stared back, confused. “I don’t get it. That, Babe, that is my new fidget spinner! I got it cheap from the scrap metal yard. It looks pretty epic… but I just can’t get it to spin…”

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Tower – #writephoto

Sue’s #WritePhoto prompt this week:

“So, whaddya think, babe?”

Ken gestured towards an old ruin, a single tower standing amongst some dilapidated arches and crumbling steps.

Barbie sucked in her breath… and exhaled fast, taking several fast gulps of air before she remembered what her Yoga teacher had taught her about calming herself, and slowed down the intakes of breath, counting to ten before turning to her boyfriend.

“Exactly where have you brought me? I thought we were surprising each other by acting out our fantasies, not nightmares!” She looked around, turning her nose up at the mud and grass all around.

“But I thought you wanted to be a princess?” Ken was puzzled. He had racked his brains to surprise her. “See… there’s a tower, and look!” He rummaged in the holdall he had slung across his torso. “Here’s your hair!”

Barbie recoiled in horror as he pulled out a wig that consisted of six-foot-long synthetic blonde hair, displaying it proudly.

“What? You expect me to wear that??”

“Well, it’s not me that wanted to be Rapunzel, is it?” Ken stared at the retreating figure of his girlfriend. “Babe? Babe! Come back! I even got you a tiara!”

#writephoto

 

Glade – #writephoto

Sue’s #WritePhoto prompt this week:

Glade

Like curtains parting
Revealing an emerald dawn
The forest beckons

Ritu 2017

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Signs – #writephoto

Sue’s #WritePhoto prompt:

The warning signs had been clear enough, yet still, Randolph plodded on.
It wasn’t fair that his twin Rudolph had been picked from obscurity, just because of that stonking great red conk of his!
Honestly, you’d think he was something special!
Their mother had been quick to save all the Christmas cards that were sent showing that rotund fellow in red, sat on his sleigh, with the group of reindeer pulling him along, and Rudolph leading the way.
She all but forgot about poor Randolph.
He decided to leave home. Not knowing where to go, he just followed his heart.
In the distance, a large, yet sombre castle came into view.
It’s a shame he couldn’t read.
Or that he was too lost in his own sorry thoughts to see the large board displaying three deer skulls, complete with horns.

Igor the Targeter surveyed his grounds.
It had been a while since he’d had to train his eye and protect his precious lawns from those pesky animals. They were constantly nibbling at his grass and finely trimmed hedges.
That sign had been a perfect deterrent.
Or so he thought…

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Flow #writephoto

Sue’s prompt for #WritePhoto this week:

Gushing waterfall
Flowing waters rushing by
Giving life to all

Ritu 2017

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