
It was surreal.
I looked up to see that the sky took on the appearance of Van Gogh’s Starry Night painting.
Then it started to rain lightly and I could see the strange phenomenon in the sky reflected on the wet sidewalk.
I couldn’t believe it.
I was fixated.
And then, suddenly, vine-like tendrils started hanging down from the canopy.
There we’re hundreds of small, delicate, yellow, glowing flowers attached to them.
It was stunningly beautiful.
Until the vines started to reach out to me.
Surrounding me.
Grabbing me.
Choking me.
I passed out.
Came to in my bed.
Tired, sweaty, hungry.
Safe.
But not so sound.
Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Photo credit: Sarah Whiley.
Sounds like a bad trip.
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I think you’re right.
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A creepy twist!
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Thanks, I think! 😏
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Thats not a trip I’d want to have!
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I don’t blame you!
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It seems like a continuation of Jim’s story from yesterday.
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Along a similar continuum.
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Yup!
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I’m in love with this photo and I love your take on it. Definitely inspiring.
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Thanks. It is an intriguing photo.
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Great take on the prompt.
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