Three Lines Tale Challenge #38‘s photo prompt by William Bout
on occasion, having sparked up the lamp, he would scurry up the stone path to the hillside to get a view of the lighthouse as part of the horizon.
to see how others saw his world.
for a moment to not have to see as a mouse does day in and day out, every detail of the construction revealing in some manner the crux of the matter.
“On occasion”… we all wonder at lights in the distance. Some of us, sometimes, invent stories for those who live under those lights. Seldom do we try to imagine how others imagine us…thank you for this wonderful story.
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thank you for stopping by…you articulate well the current of the phrases 🙂
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That’s lovely. Sounds like the beginning to a story. 🙂
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What a gorgeous spot and you did it justice in the blue hour. Lovely …lighthouses are so symbolic…we are all looking for something to guide us.
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You sum up his life in this short story. He seems so lonely to me. I especially like your opening.
But I also now imagine the mouse viewing his world. 🙂
The photo is beautiful. I can see it leading to many different stories.
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it will be interesting to go over the challenge entries…maybe there is a shifting between being lonely and just being alone, never quite settling into one or the other….
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Yes, it might be interesting to see–a spectrum or a liminal space?
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maybe the liminal space between two spectrums…when time is neither day nor night, neither at sea nor on the shore…
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Validation
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always seeking such
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And others saw his world as a bliss! Nice one.. 🙂
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yes, sometimes we can’t see (literally and metaphorically) the blessings bestowed us…
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True! 🙂
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Nice, you really excel at this short fiction challenges.
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thanks 🙂
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