San Pedro Break (3LineTales)

Three Line Tales, Week 169

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Well, I love a rainy night…but

April’s a highway, I’ve been writing it all month long…

Just stopping here in San Pedro for an extra-large Diet Coke and chocolate donuts 🙂

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Homage to:

Eddie Rabbitt, “I Love a Rainy Night”

Rascal Flatts, “Life Is a Highway”

Loopy Visitation (3LineTales)

Three Line Tales, Week 166

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I’m so forgetful…didn’t realize I’d taken a 2nd dose of my medication till I began feeling woozy…

But that was nothing, compared to the spooky-shadowy figures I saw…young people I didn’t recognize, all a-blur with rather threatening demeanor…I didn’t know if they meant to rob, or murder me, or something else…

I told them I owned nothing of value, but they could take whatever they wanted…they began backing away, as if I were frightening them…and one said, “Lady, we don’t want nothin’ you got”…I’m still not sure they were really there…

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Staring Into Face of Time

Three Line Tales, Week 165

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It was to be a relaxing day, old friends getting together…just “being”, not being “something” or obliged to “do” anything.

We went to lunch, gorged on things we wouldn’t ordinarily afford; giggled and talked about everything we used to find so easy, comfortable when we were much younger.

Afterward, we stepped into the museum with clock tower that I’d never visited…I looked at Penny, not knowing if I should laugh or cry, and said, “it’s been a wonderful day with you, but what an ending—we’re staring straight into the face of Time”…then we hugged, laughing through tears together.

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Last Earthly Breath

Three Line Tales, Week 164

photo by Danny G


We were driving home for break between school terms, glad to be together—happy to breathe easy after exams, carefree.

Our song came on the radio—Cameron turned it up, and the heater as well, because the temperature had dropped…the weather forecast called for “freezing fog”.

There was something in the roadway ahead, too hazy to define…Cameron suddenly grabbed my hand tight, and with a sharp intake of air we were instantly* on “the other side”.

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Bible Verses:

Contemporary English Version
It will happen suddenly, quicker than the blink of an eye. At the sound of the last trumpet the dead will be raised. We will all be changed, so we will never die again. I Cor 15:52

Sweet Tooth Book Lover (3LineTales)

Three Line Tales, Week 163

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The husband’s not big on shopping, detests the mall, so I was surprised that he seemed raring to go.

I asked what “we” were so interested in…he just smiled enigmatically…which, after decades together, I still find irresistible.

A new shop had opened, the come-on was: “10 Books for a Buck”…and half-price, leftover Valentine candy

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Bargain Love Stories (3LT)

Three Line Tales, Week 162

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Delia could never pass by a table of books for sale without stopping—there were always treasures, many were bargains.

She remembered when she and a man had both reached for a worn copy of Wuthering Heights at the same time…neither of them letting go, smiling in brief mute tussle before he shrugged, and surrendered it chivalrously.

“It’s okay,” she’d said, offering it back to him, “it’s sad, depressing even”—to which he’d replied, “most great love stories are…but if you’ll let me buy you a coffee maybe we can write a hopeful one.”

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Love’s Champion (3LineTales)

Three Line Tales, Week 161

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I hold my breath, tears already streaming, prayers repeated silently.

I am thankful, proud—I love so big and hard my heart may burst.

This child is all I ever wanted—beautiful, smart, talented, dreamer, a good soul—and win or lose today, she’ll always be my joy, hope…my champion.

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