Three Line Tales : Waiting for morning

three line tales week 97: a blue wooden door with a face

photo by Bogdan Dada via Unsplash


 

I lean against the door, feel the rough wood under my hands, against my ear – I listen.

Breathing – deep and soft – a muttering that says the sleep is not peaceful.

I sigh – My Monster, my Devil. Soon I’ll return, break the chains that bind you and then … I will feed them all to you.

 


Written for Only 100 Word’s Three Line Tales. See here to join in and to read the other stories.

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12 thoughts on “Three Line Tales : Waiting for morning

  1. Gosh! Aren’t we all guilty of doing that from time to time? It’s what makes them powerful. And here was I seeing two cutesy black eyes and a chain smile… which still had a lock on it.

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      1. These things (we perceive) are like Rorschach I guess! That’s what makes the photos such great stimulus. I’m getting very stuck for ideas past the end of this week I’m worried to say.

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      2. Yes, like staring into the clouds and seeing elephants or dinosaurs – our brains make familiar pictures out of randomness wherever we look. Hope inspiration strikes soon 🙂

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