Journey #writephoto

Sue’s #WritePhoto prompt this week:

I saw him leaving this morning.

Jack Frost.

He shouldn’t be here right now. It looks like he took a detour on his journey to distribute his icy gifts to the world.

And there’s no frost, left in his wake. He knew it was meant to be summer here, not icy winter.

That must be why he’s taking his strides in such a forlorn manner.

Weary Jack Frost lost his way.

He must be getting old…

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Within #writephoto

Sue’s #WritePhoto prompt this week.

Let Them Come On A Bear Hunt

They're going on a bear hunt, they think they'll catch a big one
What an amusing idea, this'll be fun

Who's this?
A pack of Japanese tourists with cameras?
We can't mute them, we can't ban them, we'll just have to listen
Clicky click, clicky click, clicky click

They're going on a bear hunt, they think they'll catch a big one
What an amusing idea, this'll be fun

Who's this?
A pack of German tourists with towels?
We can't mute them, we can't ban them, we'll just have to listen
"Bier?" "Nein." Bier?" "Nein." "Bier?" "Nein."

They're going on a bear hunt, they think they'll catch a big one
What an amusing idea, this'll be fun

Who's this?
A pack of Indian tourists with tiffins?
We can't mute them, we can't ban them, we'll just have to listen
Silence. Oh. They're eating.

They're going on a bear hunt, they think they'll catch a big one
What an amusing idea, this'll be fun

Who's this?
A pack of English tourists with sunburn?
We can't mute them, we can't ban them, we'll just have to listen
"Got any aftersun?" "Got any aftersun?" " Got any aftersun?"

They're going on a bear hunt, they think they'll catch a big one
What an amusing idea, this'll be fun

What's this?
A cave. A dark, dingy cave.
What might be within?
Image result for funny bear
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Destination #writephoto

Sue’s #WritePhoto prompt:

What if the weather had been different that day?

What if the fine fog was getting denser and slowly creeping out of the woods?

What if Mother decided that it wouldn’t be safe for her daughter to set off into the woods to deliver a cake to her unwell mother?

What if Little Red Riding Hood refused to go the required destination, scared of the creepy fog?

What if Father or Mother decided to brave the fog instead?

Would the wolf still have followed?

Always a lot of ‘what ifs’…

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Aflame #writephoto

Sue’s #WritePhoto prompt this week:

It
Is not
Only the
Sky that's aflame
Right now the whole place
Feels like it it burning
A heat that's unbearable
Making us feel like we're melting
We always ask rain to disappear
Right now I think we'd welcome a downpour!

Ritu 2019
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Castle #writephoto

Sue’s #WritePhoto prompt this week:

Beauty Sleeps

“Oh! Well, erm, it’s not very big, is it?” Sleeping Beauty eyed up what was to be her new home.

Phillip looked from his humble abode towards his new bride. He knew Sleeping Beauty had hight expectations. He’d seen her own home.

It wasn’t just a castle, but a palace of mamouth proportions.

Yet this was his home. It wasn’t his fault that his kingdom was small, so required a smaller than average castle.

But he was most definitely a Prince.

And he deserved his Princess.

She’d looked so beautiful, lying there in that glass casket, he just had to wake her. And when those creepy dwarves came bouncing out, his first instinct was to draw his sword, to protect his new found Princess, until she went all gooey after setting eyes on them.

They had some funny names… Sleepy, Dopey, Grumpy, to name a few. And there were a lot of them.

It turned out they had been protecting her.

She was still staring at his castle with a look of slight disdane upon her face.

Hang on a minute, Phillip thought. She had been living with those little people in a cottage that was about the size of one of the small cupboards in his castle. How could she complain about his home?

“Big enough for us to be happy, my love. Big enough.”

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