Hanging from the tree house railing, impatiens swing in the breeze. His mother, standing at the edge of the pine needles, discovered the bones of a child wrapped in a pink blanket.
Relief came
My journal of big words and pretty pictures
My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Hanging from the tree house railing, impatiens swing in the breeze. His mother, standing at the edge of the pine needles, discovered the bones of a child wrapped in a pink blanket.
Thin spiral notebook 
Very creepy. And oh there are so many directions you could take that short snippet. I want to follow that trail through to the end. Loved it!
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I have loved reading this, I didn’t do this exercise, I was in NYC on Saturday, but I couldn’t wait to read the ones you chose, you crafted and as always, you engage and then twist, leaving me gasping.
WOW.
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Holy Mother of Elvis! That was good.
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standing at the edge of the pine needles – love that bit
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Wow, Tara..nice.
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Sudden vision of impatiens turning into pink baby bones. Yikes, Tara!
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Oh, so good. My heart lurched at the ending sentence. Liked how you used the sense of smell and touch. Excellent piece.
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Beautifully done! Great story-telling in those 33 words. Creepy, but what a fantastic use of the prompt!
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Oh this is really good. Creepy, but really good.
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as sad as the message, it was very well-written, particularly the combination of the soothing imagery, then the unanticipated discovery.
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