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Trifextra Week 2 – take 2

PurpleMoose — Sat, 04 Feb 2012 21:08:31 +0000

I find myself in the midst of writers much better than I. At least they seem so to my mind as I read their submissions. While this could (should?) discourage me, it makes me want to write better and for that I am thankful.
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I am wowed often by the other Trifecta/Trifextra submissions, but it only keeps me at the keyboard. After reading the other submissions this week I found myself talking to myself. That conversation is above.

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Pleasure

PurpleMoose — Fri, 03 Feb 2012 21:37:30 +0000

She rushed into the room bringing the outdoors chill with her. Shrugging off coat, boots, hat and mittens, she cast her eyes around in pleasure. Ah, home at last!

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Trifextra Week 2 Challenge: Write a complete story in three sentences only. Whew! This, however, is how I feel when I come home from work.

And, now I am off to read the other submissions. Won’t you give it a shot this week?

Revisiting the Tent

PurpleMoose — Thu, 02 Feb 2012 05:10:45 +0000

Ooooh, Gypsy Woman . . . she hummed as she bent over her work. Gold bangles encircled wrists and dangled from her ears. Their musical tones beat an off-tempo accompaniment to her voice.

She turned another card and paused to consider its import. This reading was important to her; this client not like those previous.

Jason shifted his weight in the too-small chair, and tugged at his earlobe. What were the words to the song she was humming? His thoughts went back to that summer long ago. The tent was the same – the chair as uncomfortable then as now. He had held the image of the gypsy in his mind for many years and now here they were together again.

She looked up, catching his crooked grin, then placed the last card on the table and took his hand in hers. After all these years her heart’s desire was back in her life. She only hoped the cards’ tale would not frighten him away again.
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Here’s a fiction piece for the Trifecta Challenge: Image.

Trifecta – Image

PurpleMoose — Tue, 31 Jan 2012 04:57:03 +0000

It’s my image – the one I see in the mirror – the one in the photographs. I recognize it from the hint of a smile followed by hearty laughter. I know it from the twinkle of eyes and gaps in teeth. I know it from snarky comments and knowing winks.

I see me multiplied in the camera’s lens as each daughter and grandchild can attest: all apple cheeks and blue-eyed blond images of me – my descendents – my blessings.

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Trifecta’s challenge this week is IMAGE. I think every parent’s dream is that their children mimic them (in only the best ways, of course). The above picture is of my oldest daughter, my mini-me, and her three children, her mini-mes.

Trifextra: Love story in 33 words

PurpleMoose — Fri, 27 Jan 2012 19:59:58 +0000

We hated at 15; married at 19. Our friends set us up – really, SET us up – for failure. We dated toward success. 43 years come May I will still say I love you.

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The first TRIFEXTRA challenge: write a love story in 33 words – no more no less. The above is a true story.

May 10, 1969