I took this photo in Nepal, the children playing with tyres on the uneven road still moves me. If you’re inspired by the photo write a few words, a poem, or a story and I will post them with my next writespiration.
The last writespiration #30 had some submissions, first up:
Geoff Le Pard – Thank you Geoff you made my week 🙂
You can see his Haiku below and I also recommend visiting his fantastic blog.
It snapped; the beast froze.
A predator or a prey?
Not the rabbit’s day.
Next Rachel posted a Haiku too.
It snapped very loud.
No one knows where it came from.
Next Charli Mills posted a flash piece.
Snapped by Charli Mills
Syd sat up in bed. That sound? Again. Like a twig snapping in the woods. She grabbed her fuzzy plaid robe and slid each foot into frayed slippers. Downstairs she felt the coolness of the night. The front door was open and another twig snapped. Her father was sitting on the front porch in his work clothes; his legs swung over the planks. A branch that had fallen from the backyard pine earlier that spring was draped over his lap. Snap. He broke off a smaller limb. Snap. Snap. He broke it in half and half again.
“Dad. What are doing home? Why aren’t you at work?”
Snap. “Turned fifty last month, you know.”
“I know, Dad.” Syd had returned home after college to figure out what to do next. Her Dad worked graveyards at the machining plant. A good job to have in the hard times of a small town.
Snap. “Shift manager says he can’t afford to pay health insurance on an older worker.”
“Dad, that’s discrimination.”
“I snapped. I punched him. Grounds for instant termination.”
Thanks to all for the brilliant submissions made my week that you posted 🙂