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  Image by  Bessi  from  Pixabay YeahWrite #498 - Poetry Tina They still laugh, his pick-up line was a frost Pinched for luck by closing doors to join her on the rickety lift Flushed faces reflected more than claustrophobic fear to fall Neither expected to fall This late for love, after their life's first frost A diamond ring in a hot air balloon lift Pounding ribs, their hearts would lift Streets layered in colours of fall Wrinkled hands joined to cut white tiers of frost Locks lightened to frost, joints creak for canes and a lift, catch them cackling should they fall!

Bunny Ears  Tripping over all your laces?  Forgetting your words, the dates, our faces?  Come now, time we’re trading places.  Do you remember?  “Bunny ears, bunny ears”  I was your little bunny then  “Playing by a tree.”  So wild and carefree  “Criss-crossed the tree”  You always helped  When my doubts were  “Trying to catch me”   “Bunny ears, bunny ears”  You read me Runaway Bunny  “Jumped into the hole”  You loved me unconditionally, mummy  “Popped out the other side”  How did we get so old?  Eyes crinkled and hands wrinkled,  "Beautiful and bold”

Breakfast  Breakfast - YeahWrite #496 Weekly Fiction Challenge Prompts:  1 st line, “She knew h e was terrified of small spaces.” Image by  Přemysl Čech  on  Unsplash She knew h e was terrified of small spaces.   She wanted to believe that was why her dog Charley kept his distance.  She beckoned him even as she slowly lost her grip on the crumbling moist earth and slid further downwards into the damp hole. His glowing eyes did not speak terror, but a primal hunger that he echoed with a wet lick of his drooling chops.  His body flickered as an image from an old film projector, and as her stomach locked in a wave of nausea her only thought was wryly that she wasn’t a breakfast person.   The night prior, Becca had pulled her car into the driveway of the bed and breakfast just as the sun was setting.   Kane, Pennsylvania, was a sleepy town of only 3,000 people, and it was well deserved stopping point on the way back to SUNY Buffalo State College.   She pulled her suitcase from t

YeahWrite Challenge # 495 10/7/20 (not submitted) Prompts: first sentence, Image by _Marion from Pixabay "If I could change one thing, it would be sharpening that knife,” spat Gordon, as he clutched his bleeding hand with the corner of his shirt.  He fought to regain his composure after the string of obscenities that erupted after the dull blade he used to cut the canvas from its wooden frame skidded into his palm. The angry burr of torn skin wept darkly.   “Careful,” warned Stanley, “won’t do us no good if you leave blood spatters at the scene of the crime.” “Idiot,” hissed Gordon, “you didn’t know the first thing about a successful heist until I met you.  You were still wet behind the ears when you started working at the pawn shop!” His job and their partnership had been fortuitous, thought Stanley.  He had been desperate for work, down on his luck.  The pawn shop was the ideal location to spot their next wealthy target.  There’s something about a lifetime of luxury followed by