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#WRITEPHOTO – BRIDGE by pensitivity101

Di shows us that a little local knowledge can go a long way to avoiding disaster over at pensitivity101

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For visually challenged writersthe image shows a red and white Vertical Lift Bridge crossing an expanse of water.

Bridge
Bridge – Image by KL Caley

Sam looked on as they put the finishing touches to the bridge. It had been erected in record time and would be an alternative to travelling some ten miles downriver.
He was joined by an elderly man out for the day on his bicycle who stopped to chat.
‘Nice lookin’ bridge,’ he said.
‘Thanks!’ Sam replied.
‘You design it?’

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Much Love
KL 

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#WRITEPHOTO – BANDSTAND by Stine Writing

A relaxed day by Stine Writing

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For visually challenged writersthe image shows a green bandstand in a park. Nearby is a long building with windows overlooking the bandstand.

Band Stand
Band Stand Image by KL Caley

You could hear the squeal of laughter as the children ran round and round the bandstand. In a few hours the grass surrounding the bandstand would be filled with checkered blankets laid out with wine and cheese.

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Much Love
KL 

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#WRITEPHOTO – BANDSTAND by pensitivity101

A look back on the bandstand of days gone by from pensitivity101

Thank you so much for taking part in #Writephoto – BANDSTAND prompt.

For visually challenged writersthe image shows a green bandstand in a park. Nearby is a long building with windows overlooking the bandstand.

Band Stand
Band Stand Image by KL Caley

They say you cannot go back, that places are never the same as we remember them.
How very true, but the memories are always there.

In my younger days, there was a bandstand in the park which was in use every weekend throughout the Summer. Flanked by aromatic flower beds in riotous colour, you could hire a deckchair for an hour or so to sit and listen to the band as they played. It was a respite for parents too as their kids could paddle safely in the little stream that ran alongside, one which was carefully maintained and never deeper that a few inches. Paper sail boats were popular, most handmade from a scrap of wood, a stick for a mast and a paper napkin.

There is something about the sound of a brass band, be it of the Salvation Army, armed forces, or even a school concert. The music is in a class of its own,  even the most melancholy of ballads touches your soul, makes your skin tingle, and gets into your heart, raising your spirits. Or at least it does for me.

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KL 

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#WRITEPHOTO – BANDSTAND by Ladyleemanila

A busy day in the park by Ladyleemanila 

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For visually challenged writersthe image shows a green bandstand in a park. Nearby is a long building with windows overlooking the bandstand.

Band Stand
Band Stand Image by KL Caley

Cycled to Waldwirtschaft
We had beer and Brezen
The weather was brilliant
Our favourite jazz band

Cycled to the forest
With joggers and cyclists
Children having ice-cream
Cycled to Waldwirtschaft

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KL 

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#WRITEPHOTO – BANDSTAND by Masons Mind Menagerie

A lyrical love story by Masons Mind Menagerie

Cassidy has severe stage fright. Can Brady save her special performance?

Thank you so much for taking part in #Writephoto – BANDSTAND prompt.

For visually challenged writersthe image shows a green bandstand in a park. Nearby is a long building with windows overlooking the bandstand.

Band Stand
Band Stand Image by KL Caley

“Just think, in two days this park will be buzzing with people all here to listen to you perform,” Brady said with a glance at the traditional, hexagonal park bandstand beneath the trees on the wide lawns.

“I can’t do it,” Cassidy took a deep shaky breath and turned away from the performing place. She gathered her curls of auburn hair over her right shoulder and began to walk away.

“Why? I’m so excited to watch you perform. I want to feel the pride as everybody cheers for the musical princess I love.” Brady stopped her leaving by interlinking his fingers in hers and gently turning her to face him.

“I’m scared, Brady. I’ve never performed in front of anyone like that before.”

“That’s a natural feeling. You’re such a wonderful performer your musical soul is indigenous to that stage. I know once you begin you’ll relax and love every second of your performance.”

Cassidy shook her head, “I’m sorry, I won’t be coming.”

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Cassidy’s Song – Masons Mind Menagerie

Much Love
KL 

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#WRITEPHOTO – BANDSTAND by Keep it alive

A lovely first entry for the week by Keep it alive

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For visually challenged writersthe image shows a green bandstand in a park. Nearby is a long building with windows overlooking the bandstand.

Band Stand
Band Stand Image by KL Caley

Cathy and her two boys were having a great time. The walk in the park, followed by hotdogs from the vendor near the gates had put both the boys in a boisterous mood. They were running, joking, and laughing with real pleasure.

Cathy was glad that they had come out today despite the prediction of rain. After her husband, Rob had passed away at the beginning of the year, they seldom went out or had fun. It was time to normalize their life.

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Much Love
KL 

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#WRITEPHOTO – Portal by Musing in the sun

A beautiful poetic entry with a focus on reflections by Musing in the sun 

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For visually challenged writersthe image shows a puddle with leaves and trees reflected on the surface.

Portal – Image by Rebecca M. Douglass

What hope grows in the throats
of reflected trees, wondrous
wooded dreams pooled
together like a scarf spooled
down the back of a child,
not worried where it may wind up?

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Reflection on trees – Musing in the sun

Much Love
KL 

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#WRITEPHOTO – Portal by willowdot21

The return of Morgarna by willowdot21. With a dodgy portal not doing what it should, what’s going to happen to Morgarna next? I can’t wait to find out.

Thank you so much for taking part in #Writephoto – Portal prompt.

For visually challenged writersthe image shows a puddle with leaves and trees reflected on the surface.

Portal – Image by Rebecca M. Douglass

Last week we saw Morgarna jump into the anomaly to return to the lab, after successfully dealing with Dr De’arth……

Except it wasn’t the lab! Morgarna had the distinct feeing she had wet herself. Looking down she found herself sitting in a large puddle in a forest, somewhere.
This was so odd the backward journey always ended up in the lab. Something had gone wrong she thought to herself.
This trip was going from the ridiculous to the totally mad.
Just as Morgarna was struggling to get feet, her newly mended hip started hurting her. As she was muttering a soothing spell she hear the sound of approaching horses.
The way the day was going Morgana decided it would be best to hide until she found out where and when she was.

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Much Love
KL 

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#WRITEPHOTO – Portal by masonsmenagerie

A time travel tale with an Olympics/Paralympics backdrop brought to you by masonsmenagerie.

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For visually challenged writersthe image shows a puddle with leaves and trees reflected on the surface.

Portal – Image by Rebecca M. Douglass

The lump in his throat, the agony, the wretched angst, the pain forced the tears from his eyes. He barely felt his feet pounding through the wet sand on the desolate beach as he fled the city.

The rain plastering his hair and soaked his clothes through to the skin. The deluge seemed like a fitting punishment.

Everyone had been cheering him on, counting on him to win and he failed. The marathon race played over and over in his mind as he jogged along the shoreline. He’d been in the lead for most of the way and then Jordan snuck up and stole his victory.

 Allie had been delighted that he’d won the silver medal. She was his beautiful girlfriend and now he couldn’t face her. You don’t win the silver, you lose gold. The look of disappointment worn by everybody at the finish line ran deep into his consciousness — hammered away at his mind like a jeering bully.

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Between Winning and Losing

Much Love
KL 

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#WRITEPHOTO – Portal by Trent’s World (the Blog)

Fancy something a bit darker? Trent’s got you covered with his intriguing story.

Thank you so much for taking part in #Writephoto – Portal prompt.

For visually challenged writersthe image shows a puddle with leaves and trees reflected on the surface.

Portal – Image by Rebecca M. Douglass

“Look Mommy, the world is split open!”

“No dear, that’s just a puddle.  It rained last night and there are puddles all around.  See?”

“But there’s trees and things in there…”

“No, Danny, you are just seeing the reflections of the trees around us.  Look down into the puddle and then up above you.  It’s the same.  See?”

“But I saw someone move down there.”

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Portal #writephoto | Trent’s World (the Blog)

Much Love
KL