She remained hidden from view eating the snow off the ground. It tasted surprisingly good and fresh. The cold taste gave her a fresh zesty brain freeze. She watched and slurped the snow while deep in thought.

How would he do it? She couldn’t be 100% sure of his upcoming actions. She whistled to see if he would startle. He didn’t. He was focused on the task at hand. She didn’t know how this was going to end this excited her. She whistled again and this time he flinched and turned with a grin on his face. Game on!
Categories: Culture, photography, writing prompt





Con ese ambiente en la calle tiene que silbar más fuerte para ser escuchado. Un micro relato de los buenos.
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Hmm.. just about to
Comment long ago
And then Came Game
On the other
Line.. hmm..
Something about
Creativity something
About Imagination
In Stories
Reflecting
Acausal
Realities
Connections
Beyond Distance
Space and Time…
Bottom Line i Flinched
Yet.. The Show Goes On..:)
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