Places I’ve Visited – #sundayphotofiction

I used to live in L.A., rode my bike to work
I had a great time, didn’t need to guesswork

NY, New York, my friend Dedette lives there
A very busy place, lots of experience to share

San Francisco, fun at our high school reunion
Stayed at the Hilton and had a posh luncheon

San Diego, we went to see Shamu at Sea World
Boyet promised us it’s magical like a dream world

Philadelphia, went to visit Dessa but I was ill
Such a shame because I missed all the thrill

Washington, DC got rained at the White House
Spent most of our time in their coffeehouse

Maine, I always wanted to go for their crabs
Cristy voiced out they’re there for the grabs

Virginia, Dinah and family said come and visit
I will because they guaranteed some buffet

Seattle, Ate Esther’s always waiting for us
We said we’ll wait till we have a congress

LOVE – Writing Prompt #99 “Vernalagnia”, Sunday Photo Fiction & How Do You Define Love?

Is there humour in love?
I just have to ask
Of course, there is
Otherwise, what else is there?
If we cannot laugh together
To the simple things we have
Then why take things seriously?
Laughter is the best medicine
Ask your doctor, he’ll verify
For when I first met you
You made me laugh
And I thought you’re so witty
They’re not slapstick jokes
They’re very clever and fun

Are there reasons in love?
What kind of reasons?
Of why we love each other?
That’s always a mystery
Like two opposite poles
They attract each other
Two different cultures
Different races & likes
Different hobbies
They don’t matter much
Two hearts, one soul
That’s the important thing

I love you for all these
The flowers you plant for me
The meal you cook for me
The places we see together
The experiences we share
The little fights, the make-ups
The arguments, the debates
You’re keeping me on my toes
Of what is important in life
In sickness – we’ve got that
We looked after each other
Even when the other one is miserable
We carried on looking after each one
And in health – hooray for that!

Tristan and the Skeleton – Sunday Photo Fiction

Tristan is a quiet person. He lacks the ease and relaxation that a non-shy person may naturally have, causing him to come across as weird and awkward. He tends to keep himself to himself. He’s not well-dressed and doesn’t want to draw attention to himself. He’s also a drop-out medical student and still lives with his parents. But before he dropped out, he took home a skeleton for reasons nobody knew aside from him and put it in the shed. One day a neighbour was walking his dog at the back of Tristan’s house and saw the skeleton. The neighbour was frightened and called the police. The police came and arrested Tristan for stealing a university hospital’s skeleton.