Welcome to Week 160 of
Three Line Tales.
photo by Jonathan Harrison via Unsplash
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.
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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.
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.’
He’ll come to regret this, no doubt. Tonight, though, he’ll do anything to keep his dream alive.
What Freedom! by Ilya Repin
‘You must take off your coat and dress.’
Everyone had warned her to stay away from him. She’d insist he wasn’t bad, merely different. Yet as the icy water seeped into her boots, she wondered if she ought to have listened.
‘It won’t work if we’re dressed.’
He shrugged off his coat in a grand gesture.
Her freezing fingers fumbled with the fastenings.
When they had shed their clothes, he touched her and turned into something else and so did she. Slipping into the water, she found it warm and breathable. Fin to fin, they swam away.
Jane Dougherty’s Microfiction Challenge #15 – yep, I finally made it. Still on the Akismet naughty list, though, so I won’t even bother commenting this week…
FFfAW week 83 photo prompt (c) Joy Pixley
Are we there yet?
Shush. We’re not even close.
No idea how long I’ve been going, it seems like forever already. And there’s no end in sight. All I can see looking down is darkness. I don’t want to turn around, I bet all I’ll see in that direction is darkness, too. Endless black, matching my mood.
Why am I here again?
Getting paid. I suppose we like money.
Oh yes, I like money. Keep thinking of payday. Keep going.
Do we like money that much, though?
I wonder if I’ll ever reach the bright future they promised me.
photo by Phylor for FFfAW 81
Janey kneels by the headstone and lights a candle. Her demeanour tells George she knows he’s watching.
She hasn’t always done it, George would say if he talked to people. At first, she scared him she’d turned so wild. He might have expected it, given what he’d done. But he was too happy she’d returned.
Never lasted, though. Every time the leaves turn, Janey needs a boost. One of them gave her back her conscience.
She still looks like his Janey, but with every woman he’s put in her grave, Janey’s turned. They may well come for him this time.
FFfAW week 75 photo prompt (c) Louise
‘You call this a garden? It’s a small vegetable farm.’
Melanie shrugs as she lugs the hose around to water the beds farther down.
‘I believe they’re part of the problem.’
The inspector stabs his clipboard.
‘Did I miss the memo when they made growing food illegal?’
‘I don’t care what you grow. I care about excessive water usage.’
‘It won’t rain. We’ve emptied the last of our water tanks days ago – and we always keep more than we’re required to by law. ’
‘But not enough. You cannot use the hose.’
‘People will starve.’
‘The law’s the law.’
Nortina’s Moral Mondays this week is all about getting off the fence
‘These. No, those. No, hang on, I don’t know.’
‘Where have I heard this before… Both?’
‘Both would be greedy.’
‘You don’t usually show such restraint. Both would mean we can get out of here. At this point, I’m willing to pay that price.’
‘You aren’t paying for anything, mister. I buy my own shoes.’
‘There’re arguments to be made for either.’
‘I understand these. But those? They’re flashy and look like elaborate instruments of torture.’
‘Sometimes, a girl needs flashy.’
‘I wish you’d decide.’ (He dosen’t say: On one pair of shoes. Or one man… On me.)
FFfAW week 74 photo prompt (c) TJ Paris
‘ What does it says?’
‘The tattoo artist swore.’
‘And you believed him?’
‘He makes money from tourists. Why would he lie?’
‘Because he sees you walking in and knows he’ll get away with it. Because it adds to his collection of pictures of Western bimbos who thinks they’re superstars.’
‘He said it’s a traditional character, so maybe you can’t read it.’
‘Superstar. In traditional Chinese? You know, I hope it says idiot.’
‘Shouldn’t you know?’
‘Why? I was born here. And my grandparents came from Hong Kong. Mandarin is as foreign to me as it is to you.’
‘You remember my friend Janice?’
‘Course I remember her, Nan.’
‘Her daughter, she’s a lawyer and she could use some help. Lot of unfair dismissal cases and such. It’s not human rights, but it’s a start.’
‘Nah, human rights, that’s so five years ago. I was young and stupid.’
‘Idealistic, I’d call it. Didn’t you study law to help people?’
‘Well, I didn’t know the options then, did I? The internship I did earlier this year, the firm want me back.’
‘The internship you hated because it was so tedious?’
‘Tedious. And unpaid. You should see
my starting salary, though.’
This is a story about a girl who received a
piece of advice she didn’t like. One of her creative writing teachers said: Creativity loves boundaries.
No, said the girl, I don’t like boundaries. I don’t want to make anything off limits. I want it all.
But all is quite a lot. Sometimes, all staring at the girl proved too much.
Maybe, said the girl. Maybe I’ll try a boundary.
One hundred words. I’m going to limit myself to 100 words, said the girl. See how it goes.
Bumpy is how it went, at first. Now, though, it’s going well.