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diamond mine

 

In response to Sue Vincent’s #writephoto this week, DEEPER, I chose to submit this bit of poetry. Visit Sue to participate!

https://scvincent.com/2021/02/11/thursday-photo-prompt-deeper-writephoto/

The deeper you go

Within your worries and fears

You’ll find your brilliance

©2021 Annette Rochelle Aben

Share the Wealth

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.

©2020 Annette Rochelle Aben

https://scvincent.com/2020/08/27/thursday-photo-prompt-tokens-writephoto/

Indian Creek #writephoto Choice

 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!

Join the fun, with Sue, https://scvincent.com/2020/02/06/thursday-photo-prompt-choice-writephoto/

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.

©2020 Annette Rochelle Aben

Entrancing #writephoto

Sue Vincent gave us a lovely photo to prompt us into writing this week. I chose to craft a 99-word story. Perhaps, you would like to write a poem, or fashion a longer tale. If so, please visit Sue’s blog and see what this photo says to you for this week’s #writephoto prompt, Entrance.

https://scvincent.com/2020/01/23/thursday-photo-prompt-entrance-writephoto/

Patty was entranced by the tales of the cave in the picture. Each time she visited her Grandmother, hours would pass as she listened to the old woman talk of the strange goings-on that only the intensely curious had ever really experienced. All this made Patty wish she had been her Grandmother’s childhood friend.

One day, while visiting, she fell asleep in the comfy chair. She began dreaming of the picture’s rocks, moss and mysterious darkness that called to her. When she opened her eyes, Patty was standing at the cave entrance. Delighted, she took a tentative step forward.

©2020 Annette Rochelle Aben

 

Not Forgotten

Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt this week was the word SHIMMER! Here is my take on the word, not directly the photo. Join her and the other creative folk here: https://scvincent.com/2019/12/05/thursday-photo-prompt-shimmer-writephoto/

“Brush your hair now, Betty. You have a visitor.”

Betty had been placed in the nursing home only a few months ago. Macular degeneration was robbing her of her sight. She was deaf in one ear and could barely hear out of the other. Her doctor said it wasn’t safe for her to live alone.

A visitor! Who could it be? Betty had no family close by. A sister lived in a nursing home in Wisconsin, but she couldn’t travel.

“Merry Christmas from the Salvation Army, Betty!” She looked up from the gift bag, tears shimmering in her eyes.

(C) 2019 Annette Rochelle Aben