Pádraig Barry (PJ)

Agree!💯

It’s hard to find a good one that you can get inside. I have only been in one Cape Hatteras in NC. That was a climb.

It is right on the elbow of Cape Cod. The view over the bluff is amazing. Once in a very blue moon there will be seals on the sand bar, but you really need a good set of binoculars to see than. Best light house imo is Nubble Light in York Beach Maine, an underrated area.

Jan waited for her by the bluff across from the lighthouse. She waited and waited. The sky over Chatham turned the colour of goodbye just before midnight, as if the stars themselves had grown weary of longing. With a sad sigh, she picked up her knapsack and went back into town.
#blueskyrelay

Rob walked away dejectedly. His horses had not fetched the prices he hoped for at auction. He was a man whose business was horses, but whose heart had once been a boy’s, wild and unbroken, galloping through the West Hurley mist. Now and again he realized how different his life was now.
#vss365

As a youth Christine bristled when people told her she was the perfect mix of her parents. Now at 30, she felt differently. In the mirror, she traced the line of her collarbone, not to criticize it, but to savour the inheritance of her mother’s grace and her father’s stubbornness.
#vssmagic

She stitched quilts whose patterns mirrored the region’s history: unpredictable, fierce, and sometimes tender. Unlike her friends who preferred more styles like the log cabin, flying geese and Amish varieties, Anna used the drunkards path which suited the region more than the others.
#2WordPrompt

Thank you!

Not a bad way to start a month. I’ll have one please.

Already had them all. Happy Halloween!!

What a great guy he was. I hope he is waiting for you someday.

Thank you Phil!

Thank you Eric!

Yes. I know it has me.

Becky stood around the cauldron. She watched as they fed the dark with their beauty, their softness, until even the stars looked away, ashamed of what they’d taken. She hardly noticed the necklace she now wore, until they put the hat on her. All she could do then was cackle.
#blueskyrelay

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It wasn’t the Halloween costume that stayed with Angela, but the way that night held its breath. She remembered how the trees seemed to lean in, listening for the tales she would not dare tell, not of witches and ghosts, but of something much scarier, the impending loss of childhood.
#vss365

Long ago as a teen she had fallen in love with the ocean. It was instinct, not memory, that brought her to the shore again, barefoot and blinking, as if the sea had called her by name. In a world overheated, she soothed her soul with the soft sands of the Pleasant Road Beach.
#vssmagic

He remembered when the music brought us altogether to shelter from the rain. We would gather in the the church hall, singing ballads simply played on the battered piano. Now he walked by the hall with the sorrow of a man who had buried too many friends and loved not quite enough.
#2WordPrompt

Danger didn’t always wear a mask;
sometimes it waved from the porch,
and knew exactly
when your Dad left for work.

It watched through curtains,
listened through walls,
waited with patience.

You noticed the missing cat.
By then the door was open.
And danger quietly had let itself in.
#horrorprompt

Time for another MRI.

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All afternoon Rick tried to reach Ilsa on the short wave Suddenly, the radio cracked and hissed and there was Ilsa’s voice in the static, low and tired, like she hadn’t slept in days. He told her to meet him in Casablanca, but she misunderstood and went to Czechoslovakia instead.
#blueskyrelay

I’m Switzerland in that war! 😀

I already have. It’s a sure thing.

I could have sworn I’ve seen her before too. 🤣🤣🤣

Me lazy? Now you sound like Eiílis. 😀What is retirement for after all.

He was spectacular last night.

Her father called it hope, but she knew it was just a ray of something softer, something that didn’t demand belief. It came through the window in the late afternoon, landing on the carpet. She didn’t reach for it. Instead, she let it warm her like the hands she missed more than she admitted.
#vss365

Doe had been in the witness protection program for five years. He kept a low profile. The legal papers came monthly, like winter rain; unwanted, unread, and always addressed to the name he no longer used. How he had not been found out yet was a mystery to him.
#2WordPrompt

Happy Halloween Jason! Thank you for all the prompts.

She wanted to know about my past and my role in the Weather Underground when I was in Ann Arbor. Softly I told her the truth, though it wore a hundred coats of sugar before reaching my mouth.
#moonmystic