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Lens-Artists Challenge #36 – Around the Neighborhood

Tina’s theme for Lens-Artists Challenge #36 is: Around the Neighborhood

Laguna Lake is within walking distance in our neighborhood. The word Laguna means lake in Spanish, so that makes “Laguna Lake” redundant, but it is known as Laguna Lake for many years. It’s about half a mile from our home on a hilly area. We sometimes walked up the hill to the lake and sometimes drove there if we started late in the afternoon. It’s 0.77 miles around the lake. My husband likes to run around the lake three times while I walk one or two times depending on how often I stop to take photos. The lake area is part of the cycling and horse trail that extends to different part of the city.

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May 17: Flash Fiction Challenge – Values of Property or People

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May 17, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about property values. Perhaps its a home, business or pencil museum. What makes them go up or down? Go where the prompt leads.

Respond by May 22, 2018. Use the comment section below to share, read and be social.

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Value of Property or People 

“We got a good deal on our 10 acres, honey.”

“First time hearing of Sequim in Washington Peninsula.”

“Many retirees here.”

“See the logging. The previous owner made a fortune.”

“We need to dig a well and have electricity connected.”

“What was the noise last night?”

“Humm… a bear visitor.”

“Wait, we park next to a beehive.”

“Get in, I’ll move the camper… Isn’t this a peaceful place for retirement?”

“What? No way. Making new friends after retirement and the neighbor is 10 acres away?”

“What do you want to do?”

“Divide the land into 4 pieces and sell.”

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Charli Mill’s Carrot Ranch May 17: Flash Fiction Challenge – Values of Property or People

Loved and Missed

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She was trembling with frightening tears
Stroking his hair and the warm body
Her sobbing in a distance
Echoed in a quiet neighborhood

My feet were on rhythmic steps
Stretching my ankles and knees
The sorrow weep was not overlooked
My steps turned to the corner of the green

Stooped down and gently inquiring
Her first words were of guilt and fear
She let her dog run free under her watch
Street was far from major intersect

Had no worries of passing vehicles
She leisurely tended her roses and lilacs
A truck made a sharp turn around the corner
The dog was alerted by the sudden squeak

Ran toward home as fast as his legs could take
Shortened by inches running away from the wheel
The truck moved on without hesitation
Left the sweet little dog lying still

She was beside herself by the frightening sight
Picked up her precious with bewilderment
Fear and tears overpowering her senses
Husband’s displeasing, she couldn’t bear

No words could comfort such loss
Complicated by worrisome consequence
Stayed by her side offered my condolence
Eased her guilt of incidence not in her control

My presence did not reverse the tragedy
A little understanding and company
Seemed to ease her trembling
She wiped the tears, a glance with uncertainty

A pat on her laps and a nod of my head

I went on for my exercise, wishing her the best