Just Air

 

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It’s just air!

Yes, air;

It occupies space

But we can’t see it

But use it,

Breath it,

Or will choke.

Just air!

Yes, air,

But we can’t do without it.

Daily Prompt: Never Again

Never again, not again!

I did it once and that was the last:

My heart bled

And I wept,

And I looked around; there was none to save me.

I moved but there was no way to go;

I wailed and by chance someone heard;

“Help me, help me,” I screamed.

And the next thing I was out of the burning car.

Never again will I drink and drive!

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This post is in response to the daily prompt: Never Again

YES!! Party Link Live – Love Thing Valentine Blog Bash and Mingle… Join the fun!

Come join this party. It’s grooving in here. There’s so much love to share. It’s connection time. Let’s do it!

a cooking pot and twisted tales

You are welcome to our Valentine Blog Bash.

Just make yourself comfortable.

Refreshments are nicely arranged down the page. Drinks, Chocolates, Cakes, Donuts and so much more. 🙂

This video had me cracking.

You can crack your Poetic Prowess by taking part in continuing this tag along poem below. The full poem will be published on my Tuesday’s Trivia with every part attributed to the contributor. So here goes…

Her eyes shone with tears

That clung to her lashes

She glanced at the ring

It’s twinkles brought back flashes

Okay, so here are the rules of partying and mingling.

1. You must mix and mingle with others. Don’t be a wall flower. Go say hello to someone and you can participate in the Tag a poem up above.
2.  Please leave your blog link or post link in the comment box below along with an introductions.
3. It’s one link per comment, but…

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The Stranger On The Phone Part 7 (Short Story)

Tricia reclined on the bed with relief, balancing with her legs on the floor, considering whether to send a text message to Jack or call him. She would like to hear his melodious voice, but she was scared that the first caller might intercept the call and make her night horrific.

She sat upright again after a while and began to type a message for Jack:

Hi, Jack. I’m so sorry I missed your call. Thank you for trying to reach me, despite the interruption you encountered at 9 pm. I will like to see you. Do you mind if we meet in a restaurant for breakfast later this morning? If no, let’s meet in Olive Restaurant at 8 am. You will find the restaurant in front of the central park. Thanks for understanding.  

Regards,

Tricia.

          She reluctantly sent the message, turned off her phone, and hid it away beneath one of the pillows on the bed. She adjusted comfortably, her head on a pillow, eyes closed, but her active mind had kept her awake for some moments before she fell asleep. The window curtains heaved as a sudden breeze stirred, and in a corner of the room a vague shadow of a man was still, staring at her as if he were considering what to do to her. She turned away backing him, and by chance she opened her eyes and could not wait to go through her phone.

 

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