Me: What are those little red and white striped huts on the beach?
She: Those are personal beach cabanas.
Me: What are they for?
She: To sit in to get out of the sun, to store things in, to change into bathing suits in, and a place for some privacy.
She winked and smiled.
Written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales prompt. Photo credit: katermikesch at Pixabay.com.
You’ve got me chained to you like a dog chained to a tree. My movements restricted, my freedom removed. You watch me like a hawk, waiting for me to try to break free of my chains and run away. But I’ve got nowhere to go, no place to be, no one to see.
Please unchain me.
Written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales prompt. Image credit: analogicus at pixabay.com.
“I don’t believe in this crap,” he told the woman. “It’s mumbo jumbo.”
“It doesn’t matter what you believe. The cards help you to understand your situation and to take action based on what is known and what the cards show.”
She flipped a card and turned pale.
“What? What!” he asked.
Written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales prompt. Photo by MabelAmber at Pixabay.com.
“You scouts police the area and pick up your trash. We don’t want any crap left behind,” the scoutmaster said.
Before leaving the campsite, he looked around and saw an eggshell in the grass. “What’s this?”
“An eggshell,” a scout said.
“I know that. Who left it?”
“The baby bird?”
Written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales prompt. Photo credit: MabelAmber at Pixabay.
“What is that thing?” she asked.
“It’s a dream catcher. It protects you from bad dreams and nightmares. It catches all sorts of dreams and thoughts into its webs. The good ones pass through and gently slide down the feathers to comfort you. The bad ones are caught and destroyed.”
Written for this week’s Twittering Tales prompt from Kat Myrman. Photo credit: Free-Photos at Pixabay.