Welcome to Week 147 of Three Line Tales.

You’ll find full guidelines on the TLT page – here’s the tl;dr:
- Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt (& give them a title if possible).
- Link back to this post (& check the link shows up under the weekly post).
- Tag your post with 3LineTales (so everyone can find you in the Reader).
- Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
- Have fun.
Happy three-lining!
It was great to find it again – the instrument she so loved and excelled at playing.
She could finally afford to buy it.
It was the same instrument her mother sold to keep the kitchen fires burning.
Reena Saxena (c)2018
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https://neelwritesblog.wordpress.com/2018/11/22/11301/
NO STRINGS ATTACHED
By Neel Anil Panicker
Guitar strings: that’s what she said she liked about him; the fact that he played the instrument like he was a virtuoso, quite contrary to the dilettante the world and its backyard knew him as.
Gold rings: That’s what he was after; ensnaring middle aged aunties ever desperate for that one last shot at a testosterone injected orgasmic delight and ever willing to go any length to quench their sexual thirsts.
It was a match made in heaven, a perfect arrangement if ever there was, one the voyeuristic world would quickly pronounce as a ‘win-win no strings attached kind.”
#neelanilpanicker
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why the word ‘injected’? seems a touch excessive
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Love Foodie
(haiku)
I’m so happy, for
I have my jam. There’s joy in
my lead. You play, too!
C L Couch
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Nice one – Here’s my try – https://heartoheart2017.wordpress.com/2018/11/26/858/
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