Travel Theme: Possibilities

Ahh….Ailsa’s at it again with her Where’s My Backpack. This time the theme is “Possibilities”.

Be open to possibilities! #travel #quotes

“I haven’t been everywhere, but it’s on my list.”

We are planning a trip to Israel and Jordan and the possibilities of the rich diversity of these countries. Sail the Sea of Galilee aboard a replica of an ancient fishing vessel. Explore the crusader citadel at Akko. The lost city of Petra.The Western Wall, Dome of the Rock, Mt. Nebo.  The opportunity to experience of sites thousands of years old that offer insights on Islam, Judaism and Christianity.    Endless possibilities!

Five Sentence Fiction — Moments

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In response to Lille McFerrin Five Sentence Fiction Challenge:

Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week she will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. Poem written in the American Sentence style.

Story about someone born with one kidney and after many years of dialysis keeps fighting until the end.

Thanks to Bjorn!

Except for the constant soft beating of the machine, it is quiet.

You lay still, never even a twitch,  with that awful thing in your throat.

Few visitors come to see what remains of the  once beautiful you.

Most people are born with two but someone decided you only get one.

Sleep little sister knowing that everything was done for you this day.

Carpe Diem #364 — Yaroslavsky Terminal Moscow

Well … off we go on our first part of our journey straight through the Soviet Union with the TSR up to Vladivostok and finally we will arrive at Shikoku Island.  I combined a Haiku pared with an American Sentence. Special thanks to Bjorn.

Written for Carpe Diem.

Clouds out my window

violin strings are in the air

a leaving behind

Reflecting on the pleasure of the  journey that will be my future.

Table chair bowl of fruit

train whistles mark my journey

a new life begins

Friday Fictioneers: Trouble

Once again it’s time for Friday Fictioneers thanks to our good friend Rochelle.

THE CHALLENGE:

Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)

Tree Climbing Poppy

His name was Trouble and he lived up to his name. My father bought him from a neighbor for $25. Dad said I was 50% owner. I owned the back half. The half you have to clean up after. Trouble liked to run. He would run and then look back to see if you were following. Trouble would get so excited in the house when we played with him he would pee on the floor. Trouble even ran a squirrel up a tree one time. Trouble went blind at age fifteen. My dad took him to the field out back and shot him.