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Sadje’s What do you See.

Welcome back to another WDYS prompt

Our Sister Sadje at Keepitalive says: Do these pictures inspire you to write something?

This image shows a Yellow Warbler singing from a sunlit branch during spring migration at Magee Marsh Wildlife Area on the southern shore of Lake Erie, Ohio.

***Image credit; Rita Daisy*** @ ***Unsplash***

This image shows a man standing by a large glass window, perhaps in an office or a hotel. He is looking out the window, his hands behind his back. He is dressed in a formal suit. There is a desk and chair near the window.

Rules;

You can write a post on your blog and create a pingback to link to the original post.
Write an original story, poem or a caption.
There is no limit to words or format but keep it family-friendly.
If you post a response before next Sunday, I will be able to add it to my roundup post.
I will do a round-up next Sunday before the next Prompt is posted.
It is always helpful if you can give your post/story/poem a title.
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Here is my entry.

You can take the boy out of the country but you can’t take the country out of the Boy.

In his mind’s eye Greg saw pines, streams and snow… in reality his view was a sprawling city that spread out before and below him. The sounds of Peru deadened through the triple glazing couldn’t quite reach him. No his inner ear had shut it out and all he heard was the mountain sounds of his home outside Whistler.
What had triggered this, he wondered. Was it the trill of the little bird outside on his window ledge. The sight of it had taken him home to the cold chill of his high mountain home.
Yes this yellow warbler had wiped away years of silence , and so many miles.
He looked closely at the bird resting on the balcony of this South American city and slowly he turned into the dull hotel room.
Picking up his mobile phone he dialed and listened.
“Hey mom it’s me, Greg. Yes it’s been a while “
“Greg! it’s been five years. How are you?” said the voice as beautiful as the warbler’s trill.

Its never too late.

What do you see # 288- 12 May, 2025. Sadness.

This is Sadje’s “What do you see” challenge. Rules here

Welcome back to another WDYS prompt

Do these pictures inspire you to write something?

For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a young woman sitting sideways. Her left arm is exposed and shows a tattoo. The tattoo says in red ink; “Love yourself not me”

***Image credit; Maksym Mazur***@***Unsplash***

She always knew best,they all thought, she was the coolest in the gang! They all thought. She led by example .. her fashion her style. Then she met Ethan.
The day she finally revealed her latest tattoo was planned right down to the last detail.
She wanted to make a point… She wanted to end it with him… Privately not with all the others watching
She sat on the ledge of the multistorey car park next to Ethan, her abusive controlling boyfriend !
Slowly she rolled her sleeve up and revealed her arm.
Ethan as was not impressed, not only had she got another tattoo without asking him .. he didn’t like it’s meaning. Looking him in the eyes she said “you don’t love me you just want to own me , and it’s all because you are insecure and have never felt loved.”
She was right, he knew it, she knew it but he didn’t want to be told.
Rage in his eyes he pushed her …
She didn’t stand a chance…she flew through the air silently…As she hit the ground twenty stories below with a thud she stopped the traffic.
She was dead …gone…Ethan felt no remorse he was still angry…

For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a few flowers lying on the parapet of a high-rise building. In the blurred background, the tall buildings of a cityscape can be seen.

***Image credit; Brooke Balentine@ Unsplash***

The investigation into the young girls death was finally abandoned… unfortunately the CCTV had not been working that week and no one had seen her go up to the roof of the car park. No one knew what had happened, or that under her bright persona was a frighten and bullied girl. They all bought flowers and trinkets to the ledge as a tribute to her. They all noticed that the first flowers were three orange Gerbera and a huge Daisy like flower. ..Her name way Daisy. They all noticed too that Ethan was conspicuous by his absence.

No one ever saw Ethan again , they didn’t know he’d left town the next day . Unfortunately for Ethan he’d tripped and fallen in front of a lorry and had been killed . It was a freak accident. Some say they saw a young girl standing at the curb ….She was pointing to a tattoo on her arm.

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What do you see # 262- November, 11, 2024. Poppies.

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For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a field of red poppies, in the middle of which two trees are growing. In the back, the sun is rising in a sky where a few scattered clouds are floating! 11-11 is celebrated as Armistice day/ Remembrance Day to celebrate the end of WW II. And red poppies are symbolic of this day.

***Image credit; Derek Mack*** @ ***Unsplash***

Slowly he walk through the field all around him lay the dead from both sides enemy and comrades alike. The sounds of bullets,tracerfire, bombs and heavy artillery all around him.
He could not take in what he saw…Death, desolation and destruction all around him.
Just as he thought he was the only man standing he heard his friends calling him , “Over here Joe” he followed the sound and found his friends sharing tea and cigarettes with the foe? “What’s going on?” He asked wide eyed with rage.
“Welcome lad” said an officer offering him a smoke and a cuppa…” You’ve done you bit we all have “
Tired and exhausted Joe took the steaming mug and smoke and thanked the officer.
Turning back to the battle field all the bodies and blood and gore where gone. In their stead was an ocean of poppies .Lest we forget, Thank you Joe.

Part of Sadje’s what do you see?

What do you see. Home.

Welcome back to another WDYS prompt

Does this picture inspire you to write something? Rules and image at Sadje post.

For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a woman standing on the sidewalk, near a door looking at her phone. There is a handbag in between her hand and a cloth bag hanging from her shoulder.

***Image credit; Richard Stachmann*** @ ***Unsplash***

Rushing home work and shopping done
Wrapped up for chill and lack of sun
Empty streets growing dark
Too late to shortcut through the park
Are those footsteps I hear
Man rushes past, subsides my fear .
Suddenly the urgent ring
Check my bags where is that thing.
“Hello babes where are you?”
” I’m at the door and glad too”
” I will be home in five
And we’ll make our evening come alive”
Opens door steps out the cold
Into home where dreams unfold.

WHAT DO YOU SEE..

Welcome back to another WDYS prompt

Rules; At Sadje’s BloKeepitAlive

Does this picture inspire you to write something?

***Image credit: Engin Akyurt*** @ ***Unsplash***

For the visually challenged reader, this image shows the face of a woman, partly covered by her hair. Her visible face is covered in a glittery substance, her eyes are closed and there’s an enigmatic expression on her face.

APATHY.

I walk the earth, caring for none. Traveling by stealth at night, avoiding the sun
Carrying hate like a knife in my hand
You pity me, that’s just grand!
Wandering your world at will,
Hospitals and morgues I am happy to fill.
No feelings for you pitiful lives.
Your problems mean less than a bag of knives.
I spoil your days with bad news,
Cancer, dementia and murderous baby blues.
I am the dead look in a prostitute’s eyes,
The funeral of each soldier that dies.
I am the bomb, the bullet and grenade.
The million dollar deal on which someone will renege .
I am the loss of innocent child’s limbs.
I am the suicide bomber’s blinding belief.
I am this world’s broken, dieing of grief.
I am the filth you fear so much
The sleaze and the dregs you dare not touch.
I am the disease that stalks you at night
The slash of a knife in a drunken fight.
Your worst, greatest and last no hope
The the scabby hands that grope.
Around in your homes, schools and playground.
I am all that is your worst nightmare
I am the wrongs that you have no intention to repair.
I am Apathy.