I walked alone in the lush green forest,a deep silence pervading the landscape. The symphonic rustle of shiny leaves on the trees whispered gently into my ears, a melody that went unheard so often. The tiny blades of grass waltzed as gentle gusts of wind caressed them. The tranquil repose around infused into my turbulent mind extinguishing the fiery flames in my mind’s cauldron.
Is the coast clear? Yes, you can come out now. Oh no! Not until you back up. Why? I’m not going to hurt you. I want to see! You can see from a distance, now back up!! No! I’ll just sit here instead. Is that OK? Oh alright.
“Hey, Plum. Come here!” Wade gave a shrill whistle.
The mostly black-and-white Jack Russell lifted his smooth nose from the long grasses. His sharp eyes finding his master with a sparkle of excitement. Yes, the dog was called Plumber. Not to be verbose about it, but on his first day living with the family they had to call a plumber for a leak in the kitchen. The dog got beneath his feet and knocked him flat on his face. That was it, the name stuck and the little Terrier was always known as Plumber – Plum for short.
“Plum! Come on!” Wade called again, determined to stop the dog from getting stuck in rabbit holes along the trail.
With Sue’s permission, I took up the #writephoto reigns and asked you all to join in once again on this creative challenge. I’ve had so many wonderful responses and enjoyed each and every one. I have tried to reblog a few since the post went out so hopefully, you will have seen some of them trickling through, but here is the list below (if I have missed anyone, please let me know). It makes for fantastic reading.
I hope you’ll join me for another #writephoto challenge published today at 12 o’clock GMT.
Thank youall again for taking part in #writephoto and Sadje for sharing her photo with us – to enter your photo for the monthly guest photo spot, please email an image with a short paragraph about it to email@example.com for more info – visit here.
With special thanks to Sue who originally made the #writephoto challenge so meaningful for all of us.
They were back, after all that time, back in the forests they loved, and by the lake. There was no noise, part from the low howling of the eastern wind in the trees, and from time to time the sound of water droplets from where a fish, or its ghost, came to the surface. Silently they stripped, and entered the water, walking until they knew it would get much deeper.