Sue Vincent challenged us this week in her #writephoto prompt with the topic of TOKENS. I chose to relate what happened on my first trip to Las Vegas back in 1988. I was in awe and broke as a joke. So I came up with a clever way of bringing home things with which to remember the trip. Read the story and find out what I did.
Her first trip to Las Vegas was exciting. Such bright lights. Piles of inexpensive, delicious food everywhere. And if you were a gambler, drinks were free (in most casinos) as long as you were actively playing a game. All of this fun ran twenty-four hours a day!
The trip was all-expenses-paid which was great because she wasn’t made of money. Realizing that all the “free” things had a price, in the end, she had to be frugal. She purchased one-dollar poker chips from as many casinos as possible to give to family and friends as tokens of her adventure.
No city holds such beauty. Here, the mind can wander and the body can relax. The birds fill the skies and the deer don’t mind you if you don’t mind them. Make sure your shoes are sturdy for a car cannot traverse the winding path.
The towering trees keep you cool as you pass ferns and other flora. Should you need to rest, there will be an accommodating rock. You are following the song of the water.
As the branches part, you gasp in awe for they reveal the dance between stream and gravity. You’ve found your true soulmate.
Sue Vincent invited us to use the above photo and the prompt word of MEMORY for this week’s #writephoto challenge. I choose to fashion a 99-word tale in response. Consider FOLLOWING Sue and participating when the mood strikes in her weekly writing opportunities!
Sue Vincent gave us a peace-filled photo to inspire us to write a piece this week. It reminded me of a place in Temperance, Michigan, called Indian Creek and my friends who chose to build their home on property no one else seemed to want as the creek cut a rather strange swath through the land. Who chose who? perhaps, Indian Creek was just waiting for them, eh? Choice indeed!
They chose to live on Indian Creek. It wasn’t particularly beautiful property. In fact, most people didn’t give the space a second look. But Lisa saw the qualities this quiet palace of nature possessed with its untamed brush and clear, running waters. She chose to stay home and tend to the land, while her husband worked in the city.
As night began to fall, the two of them sat on the rocks in the creek, sipping coffee, watching fish swim and appreciating in silence, the beauty of Indian Creek. Honored the creek chose to allow them to live there.