I turn towards Redoubt
Rising pinkly against blue sky
The tide rolls in
The silver of dip nets
Sparkle with water drops
Then a cry triumphant
Rings out against the dawn
FISH ON!
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For three weeks in July the mouth of the Kenai River boils with red salmon. Fish and Game opens a subsistence style fishery for Alaskans. I’ve been following it with pictures on facebook. The above is written for the weekend Trifecta challenge of COLOR.
I stand
At the edge of the water
Ring of flowers drifting
My aloha to you
Ending this stage of our
Lives
I will always love you
Miss you forever
My only love
Photo from photo bucket
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written for the trifextra weekend challenge . . . use their three words (ring, water, stage) and add 30 more for a perfect trifecta of 33 words. These are mine . . . where are yours?
She flapped her arms as the cloud of insects swarmed over her head. “Miserable beasts!”
Derek hid a smile. This was the first crack in Katherine’s armor he’d ever seen.
Surprisingly, fishing had been her idea. He was country; loved to fish and hunt. Katherine had grown up in a more urban setting; loved frou-frou things like mani-pedis.
When she suggested they head to the Russian River to fish he simply said, “I’ll get the gear ready. Pack a lunch will you?â€
Mosquitoes outnumbered salmon as they packed to leave.
“Can we come back sometime?”
“For you, my Katie love, anything!”
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The fish are in, the fish are in, the fish are in! Craziness has settled onto “the Kenai” because the fish are in.
This post is written in response to TWO prompts . . . aren’t I just the adventurous one???? The trifecta editors asked for CRACK and Velvet Verbosity asked for FLAPPED.
Thank you to the editors at trifecta who chose my 3 Little Words as the top finisher. It is my first FIRST place! I am honored.
And, just for VV whose McShirty has just undergone hip surgery, and who wanted a margarita emailed . . . I hope this will help:
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Gladys, ‘member when NAPA was Dairy Queen?
Lawdie, Henry. I ‘member when it was trees.
I ‘member that, too. Mercy day, we’s gettin’ old.
S’okay, Henry. We’s gettin’ old together. That’s what counts.
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Picture is from google images (www.mirror.co.uk )
Hubbymoose and I actually had this conversation – well, something like it – just this morning. I pared ours down to a trifextra 33.
