I am taking it in turns to host this challenge with Deb Whittam of the blog Twenty Four. Click on the link below to see her post about the results of last weeks challenge:
https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2019/09/05/50-word-thursday-35-the-results/
So, now to this weeks challenge:
The Rules:
- Find the muse within the photo or line provided and follow where it leads. It can be a story, anecdote, poem. Anything!
- The Story must be between 50 and 250 words, in 50-word increments. (so 50, 100, 150, 200 or 250 words)
- Link back to this post with the tag 50WordThurs so that everyone can find it, or post your response in the comments below.
- HAVE FUN!
So here is the picture for this week:
And the Words: “He built his fires in a thousand places and slept on the banks of rivers. The grass grew over his tracks, but he knew where they were when he came again.” – The Shiralee by D’arcy Niland
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In the heat of the day, the dusty road shimmered in the glare. It almost looked like a mirage. It was something which was new. Ten years ago there was just a dirt track here. Coming home was full of nostalgia at how things used to be and wonder at how much they had changed.
When he had left he had built his fires in a thousand places and slept on the banks of rivers. The grass grew over his tracks, but he knew where they were when he came again. Even though now everything was changed. Somethings never did!
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Word count: 100
In response to;
#Keepitalive
#50WordThurs
Sometimes we are taken by surprise at how fast things change back at home. A feeling only someone’s who has had to move away from home will understand. Great take on the prompt, Di!
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Thanks 🙏
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How true. It’s amazing how constant some things in life remain. Love it.
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Thanks a lot Deb!
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I really enjoyed this one! It reminds me of the days when my grandparents had a home on a dirt road, then it turned into a regular two-lane, They sold off their property to massive conglomerates, and now it’s a six-lane highway. Up there with the ole’ saying, “Times, they be a changing.”
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Thanks Beckie. Change is inevitable.
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Unfortunately, you’re correct. 🤦♀️
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👍
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