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Photo Credit: Bobbie Prosser
Story Credit: Stephanie LePape
The estate thieves collected all items they deemed a suitable profit. The house, now abandoned hosted squatters. Beneath a pile of rubbish Daisy noticed something shiny. The morning light seemed to intentionally bring her attention to it. At first she met disappointment. Once more she’d go hungry. Yet gazing at this nameless portrait she found her thought drifting far beyond her destitute state. “Who was this man? What was his life? Why are we here? To live a short life only to find any memory of us buried amongst unwanted material. A forgotten remnant of a life lived -full of history that dies with the last surviving witness to it.” She felt motivated to pick herself up and out of this space. She was determined to make sense of this life -short lived and full of agitation. The weight of her travels proved light. A gold framed life of one who ignited her thoughts with purpose.
Photo Credit: Daniel Berman
Ness and Pam offered two wonderful stories. Ness had the idea of combining the two. Below find their individual tales followed by both blended together.
Never wear a T Shirt with a logo, or a pair of shoes that someone would remember; be in the background and remain inconspicuous. A successful undercover meeting requires not only a sense of timing, but also the understanding that even the smallest out of place gesture could blow their cover. Jake would stay sitting there for a while longer; the pass had been successful and he was fairly confident their activity was undetected – all the old boy had to do now was to make it to the hotel and the operation would be complete.
It’s easy to look out on the world when you’re young… inviting into your vision anything fate might throw at you. But after you’ve taken enough trips around the sun, and exited enough cemetery gates, you find yourself seeking a narrower focus. I don’t look too far ahead because I really don’t want to see what’s coming.
The Blended Story edited by Pam
The exchange was executed flawlessly even if the agents just seemed to get younger and younger, the old man thought. But this one was smooth, not over-eager as so many others that lacked years of experience often were. He imagined the kid behind him quietly observing the oblivious people around them enjoying the park. It’s easy to look out on the world when you’re young… inviting into your vision anything fate might throw at you. But after you’ve taken enough trips around the sun, and exited enough cemetery gates you find yourself seeking a narrower focus. I don’t look too far ahead because I really don’t want to see what’s coming. And what’s coming- well, no need to contemplate that. These feet know their way well enough.
Photo Credit: Natsuhiko Kakutani
Story Credit: Susan Peck
Zelda smoked her morning cig as she gazed down into her human terrarium. Looks like there’d been some trouble overnight. “Hmmph”, grumped Zelda to herself. Another hunting party to plan.
Photo Credit: Koichi
Story Credit: Anna Cox
She felt she had almost perfected the art of being a wallflower until Susan walked in. That boot wearing, burn your bra sass mouth could always out lean her.