Twittering Tales #136 – 14 May 2019

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Too Damn Hot.

Every evening Julia would find the fridge open! It was so annoying such a waste of energy.
With a sharp intake of breath she slammed it shut, checked on the evening meal and left the kitchen.
Julia never heard the frustrated scream of the Fridge. “Why put me next to the oven?”
(276 Characters)

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Twittering Tales #135 – 7 May 2019

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Inhuman Nature.

The cloud had hung over the city for a month. The riots and looting had started week one. By week three all civil law had broken down. Today the city was locked down, total quarantine. It was plain to anyone with half a brain that it was people causing the problem not the cloud.

(280 Characters)

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Twittering Tales #134 – 30 April 2019

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All dead.

All those letters left unread
Unseen words of people long dead.
Gathering dust and spider webs
The truth they held seeping, ebbs.
Feelings poured out onto the page
Love, grief joy and rage.
I wonder why these missives were hidden
Where they evidence of love forbidden.
Love long dead.

( 277 Characters)

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Twittering Tales #133 – 23 April 2019

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The Walk.

No
body
Hears if you
Scream in deep space
Try as you might
You will just fall from grace.
So clip your harness on tight
Do the repairs , get back inside
You’re so close to God here let him guide.
Be close, work as one, stay safe don’t let go.
No
body
Hears if you
Scream in deep space.
(276 Characters)

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Twittering Tales #132 – 16 April 2019

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Phone box

The last rays of the sun lit the payphone bronze. Through the dirty window the pool still looked blue. Letters scratched into the glass their meaning long forgotten. Another abandoned motel in the middle of nowhere. No money to use the phone but there was no one to answer it.
(276 characters)

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