She envies trees who shed their old looks
to return fresh-faced and bright come spring
while she’ll have turned more grey.
There will be a round-up later today or tomorrow. Now excuse me while I try to catch up on NaNoWriMo…
She envies trees who shed their old looks
to return fresh-faced and bright come spring
while she’ll have turned more grey.
There will be a round-up later today or tomorrow. Now excuse me while I try to catch up on NaNoWriMo…
Welcome to Week Forty-Three of Three Line Tales.
You’ll find full guidelines on the TLT page – here’s the tl;dr:
Happy three-lining!
I apologise for posting the round-up late again – here it is now:
Welcome to Week Forty-Two of Three Line Tales.
You’ll find full guidelines on the TLT page – here’s the tl;dr:
Happy three-lining!
Et voilà:
Welcome to Week Forty-One of Three Line Tales.
You’ll find full guidelines on the TLT page – here’s the tl;dr:
Happy three-lining!
What is this? The round-up, on time? It can only mean one thing: I’m procrastinating on NaNoWriMo.
If I missed any lines, let me know.
See you on Thursday!
His perfect profile stands out against the smoke;
I want to reach, take him away into a darker corner
& I would but for the possessive hand vice-gripping my shoulder.
Welcome to Week Forty of Three Line Tales and apologies for posting this late – I messed up the scheduling.
You’ll find full guidelines on the TLT page – here’s the tl;dr:
Happy three-lining!
He sprints off. Ignores the groupies. He needs to ponder the implications.
‘Nobody in my dressing room,’ he whispers to his bodyguard.
The number of notes he hit tonight were by far outnumbered by those he missed. His career, his dream is over.
‘Hello darling.’
She’s stunning. But he’s not in the mood.
‘Who let you in?’
‘Don’t blame your man, he isn’t meant to see me.’
She twirls her index finger. Is that magic?
‘You need my help.’
A statement.
He nods.
He’ll come to regret this, no doubt. Tonight, though, he’ll do anything to keep his dream alive.