As I sit in the waiting room of my psychotherapist, this picture falls out of my wallet.
I wonder why I am at a psychotherapist’s office, as I stare at the creepy doll I held during my holiday photo shoot.
Perhaps my psychotherapist can look at the young face in this picture and help me find out why the innocence in that face disappeared.
When the moon is this orange it is a night to go out looking for toad stools.
It seems like the perfect time for the dew to glisten on the caps of the fungi.
Be careful not to snack while out hunting, you may eat a bad mushroom and not make it home.
When I go to the record shop to see what they have left I feel badly that I am wasting inventory if I buy a single album.
When I go home with my new album I will set up my kitchen to make my mold and start my oven.
When my oven is heated I will place my record on my mold to melt into a super, funky snack bowl which will be a gift to a friend.
Night of the Harvest Moon
We were always told never to walk alone in the woods on the night of the Harvest Moon.
Tonight here I am walking, alone, in the night, with only the orange glow of a fictional moon to guide me.
If I do not make it out of the woods tonight I hope that the next person listens when they are told to never walk alone in the woods on the night of the Harvest Moon.
As my nails gripped the sandy soil, littered with dried, dead grasses, the sky behind me darkened.
I could continue to struggle and try to climb out of this hell or give up and fall to my death.
Where are you God when I need you so desperately?
Can you hear their cries, the cries of joy and of pain? Do you see the remnants of the lives that no longer have a place to live? Who took it all away and left the walls to hold the secrets?
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Three Line Tales, Week 191 — Only 100 Words
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Should I take the stairs to the top? Will I get all the way to the top? Let me take a moment to decide, once I start up, I have to go all the way.