This was written for OLWG#129
I.
The moon held water – Beth held tight to Chief’s mane and galloped through the night.
II.
The white canes drummed, jarring – sharp, as the vermin chased the farmer’s wife.
III.
Life is temporal – not forever, so lock in tight and scream with joy.
The prompts were:
- racing the moon
- the tapping of a blind man’s cane
- locked in tight
I believe I got all three!
Very evocative to the senses. the sights, the sounds the feelings. Very well done.
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I want to know more about the vermin chasing the farmer’s wife!
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They were three, and they couldn’t see.
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liked the last one a lot
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Thanks a bunch
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Fun reads.
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