Shadow Lands

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

They say sometimes in early winter mornings when the mist rises over the lake you can see the shadowy outlines of the departed.  Souls of people who found their way into the lake either by purpose or by accident.

To make contact with these ethereal shadows you must stand close to the water’s edge and let the mist waft over you.

 Only some can hear the voices of the dead reverberate in their ears.

I stood at the edge of the lake for all of last week with my arms opened in embrace.

Join me you whispered.

And I did.

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Alien Invasion

PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart

f I had to go back in time and think about the moment in life that changed our lives forever it would be the day when the aliens made their appearance.

Before that we lived in harmony.  The world we inhabited was not perfect with the occasional wars and times of conflict but those were but small niggles in our history.

Your declaration of love for another was a relief in the end.

It explained the bursts of anger, disappearance over periods of time and rewriting of our history.

I prefer think that the aliens took over your body instead.

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River of Memories

PHOTO PROMPT © Anne Higa  

Every time we visit our Great Grandfather he regales us with tales from life in a bygone era.  With all the memory keepers gone one can’t even cross check those stories.

Once a fortnight we take him out on trips to the Mall.  Last week my brother wanted to show him the new river that management had started.

Gramps took one look and chuckled.

“That’s a river? When we lived above ground, civilizations flourished along the banks of mighty rivers.”

Gramps is such a hoot but I had to remind the caretakers to adjust his meds again when we left.

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Serpent's Den

PHOTO PROMPT © Brenda Cox

It was late at night but the market was bustling. 

The young backpackers fascinated by the crowds and the restaurants packed with people, revelled in the scenes unfolding before their eyes. 

‘Far out man, this is so cool’

Their young handsome companion smiled and not for the first time the three young travellers felt lucky having him around. 

 Slim, lithe and muscular with wide cheekbones one felt like being in the presence of a movie star. 

The women found his French accent so adorable. 

 “The night is still young’, said Alain Gautier, “Let’s party” 

 He had plans for them all.

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I am watching the Netflix series The Serpent a fascinating recreation of the cold blooded serial killer Charles Sobhraj aka Alain Gautier aka the serpent and thus this flash.

In other news my sister's beautifully written historical fiction that brings alive an opulent and turbulent time in India's past through the eyes of a Portuguese priest is available for download. in Amazon - Of Ships and Shahs

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