3-line flash fiction for
Angling was a means to get away from his day-to-day grind; he kept their images in his mobile device.
The predator used a pole to make it real, catching targets at a steal.
He then ate his prey, but no one knew; he boiled the bones in a brew and tossed them in the bay.
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Lerone Pieters Written for “ Three Line Tales“, a prompt hosted by Sonya at Only 100 Words.
Poems & Poetic Prose
Before my eyes
blacktopping lay Along invites the quickest route Miles to go, where friends await I set upon the two-lane way Early morning Styles daylong quiet; Along the road I get more gone sleep’s warm blanket vague, forgotten Away, it’s here— Blacktop sound Two tires roll on my pedals pump under command until frightened when slowing van gave chase four-wheeled more powerful motorized sound Only weight of my existence could detain me— new command: run! Forget the bike jump the fence, take to the woods—they lose interest. Phew!
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It was another world, before modern-day fiends and trolls lead way.
Then, it was approachable. Planetary species intermingling at waterholes—primordially unphased, chancing life whilst basking upon ancient sunsets yet uncontaminated by the menace of our time . . . until days of change brought what some called fate.
Now, proliferation. They’re counted and saved where deemed worthy.
Times lived, phased.
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Post prompted by
Reena’s Xploration Challenge #241