Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt
#443 where we’re asked to be creative in
exactly words using the word ‘vision’.
Here’s where the prompt took me.
Tag: Sand
If I Could Hear Fairies’ Wings
Written for The Daily Spur Writing Exercise where the challenge
is to describe an object using only the sense of hearing.
This is my description. The accompanying video
will reveal what I am listening to.

Listening to this apparatus I hear what sounds like gentle cascading waterfalls similar to a bevy of swans as it glides onto and across a lake.
If I could hear fairies’ wings fluttering or hummingbirds hovering at their feeders, I believe they would sound like this.
There’s a regal quality, as well, like that of stately Baroque dancers performing a minuet.
Closing my eyes and listening intently, I see images of mushrooms sprouting through the earth, flowers opening, plants unfolding and trees shooting up to skies.
I can hear an arrow quivering through the air and insects buzzing by my ear.
The sun rises, slowly spreading glorious light from ocean to ocean and the silhouette of a ballerina pirouettes across the horizon.
I hear sand dunes shifting and snowflakes collecting on holly branches.
The heavens open as an albatross soars higher and higher to the tone a finely tuned Steinway.
A choir of angels is singing.
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This is J.S. Bach’s “Toccata and Fugue in D Minor”, usually played on a pipe organ. Here is Amy Turk … harpist, arranger, composer and session artist from the UK … playing Bach’s iconic piece which has been transcribed for the harp, the item I was describing.
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Of Memories And Dreams
Written for Friday Fictioneers where our gracious host, Rochelle,
encourages us to get creative in 100 words or less using this photo
as our inspiration. Here is my 100-word photo-inspired story.

Funny thing about dreams and memories; sometimes it’s difficult to tell them apart. Sometimes I just don’t want to.
That summer …. after the breakup …. I needed to be alone …. to think …. to put the hurt behind me. A few days at that motel on the beach seemed like a good idea at the time.
Everywhere I walked …. everything I saw …. reminded me of you. The scent of salt water. Scattered shells and seaweed. That song. Hot summer nights. Stars so close you could touch them.
Memories and dreams of you …. they’re funny that way.
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100 Words
This is “In Dreams” by Roy Orbison
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