for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt where the given word is Troglodyte and the limit, 95 words.
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Her home, a shabby shack nestled in a wood, isolated from the frenzied existence of the townsfolk beyond. At one with the trees and creatures of the undergrowth.
All she needs, everything she desires surrounds her. No need to talk. No one to hear.
In the silvery light of a misty dawn, she stands in her doorway entranced by sparkling droplets of dew upon slender blades of grass quivering in the breeze.
A brumous haze ripples midst the hoary oaks. Mesmerised, barefoot, she ambles into the miasma.
The end? A new beginning. She alone knows.
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Dear Keith,
Perhaps the troglodyte of her dreams awaits. Love the descriptions.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Mine’s here: https://rochellewisoff.com/2020/12/26/weekend-writing-prompt-troglodyte/
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That’s certainly a possibility Rochelle!!
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And if she doesn’t know now, she will soon find out. Not being adventurous, “stay out of misasmas” is my policy. 😉
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I’m with you, Christine!
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Oh this is an interesting beginning
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The beinning of something! Thanks Sadje.
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You’re welcome 😉
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Very interesting tale 👏
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Dictionary for Xmas, dear chap?
Actually, I enjoyed this,
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Is it that obvious? Your bounteous annotation is received with joyous gratification.
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Ah, I love this! Here’s to our inner-troglodytes!
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Oh yes! Thanks Nan’ama.
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Sometimes i could envy her the peace and quiet.
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Me too! Cheers Mimi.
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What beautiful writing, Keith. Love this.
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That’s kind of you, thanks Dale
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I tell it like it is…
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