Written in response to this fabulous photo by
Brian Dodd at bushboys world, who
graciously allows me to share the beauty.
Hereβs where the image took me.
Tag: Australia
Beneath the Southern Cross: Love in the Outback
Written for Sunday Whirl Wordle . Our host is
Brenda Warren; her prompt words for this week are
shown below. Hereβs where the prompts took me.
rifle, grass, flush, steam, radiance, beetle,
perfume, drifted, swaying, hypnotic, hiss, and skin
Grafton
Written for Fandangoβs Story Starter #237.
The image I used is courtesy of Brian Dodd at
Bushboys World. Please check out his amazing
site. Hereβs my story with Fanβs prompt line.
Town With No Cheer
This week at Glyn Wiltonβs Mixed Music Bag,
heβs asking us to write about a song in which
the title or a line mentions the current month.
Hereβs my featured March artist and his song.
Business As Usual
This week Jim Adams has asked his readers
in his post βSprouting and Thrivingβ to write about
a song that won a Grammy award for the Best New Artist.
Written for Song Lyric Sunday, here is my choice.
TWILIGHT TIME
Incorporating the word “astounding”, this was written for # Eugiβs Weekly Prompt July 19, 2022
Coffee mug in hand, I leaned over the railing of my little vacation rental staring out at the Great Barrier Reef. Recently divorced and childless, I was now truly alone for the first time in a dozen years.
βGlorious sunrise, isnβt it?β a smooth Australian baritone voice remarked. I turned my head to see a ruggedly handsome man with unruly blonde hair in jeans and a sweater.
We exchanged smiles and appreciative glances. I replied that it was indeed glorious.
He lingered for a moment or two, then declared βWell, Iβm off. Snapper and mash for brekkie.β He walked a few steps and turned. βI wonder, do you like Semillon Sauvignon Blanc? β
I sipped my coffee thoughtfully and said βI havenβt had the pleasure but I do enjoy a good chilled white wine.β
βMeet me right here tonight; if you think this is a thing of beauty, you should see the sunsets. Theyβre astounding.β And he walked off, the clop of his boots on the deck the only sound.
He was right about the wine and the sunset. That was the last night I would ever be alone again.
NAR Β© 2022
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