PhotoPrompt: The Clock

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What time is it?  Where is it?  What the heck are those sea gulls doing?  Should we be running away?  Alfred Hitch...who? 

Okay, just being silly.  But this is my choice for PhotoPrompt this week.  There are so many possibilities here, nothing binding or hard.  In six minutes, the clock will chime the half-hour...

Write a poem, flash fiction, prose, gut reaction, quick memory and post it at your site.  Copy and paste this photo onto your post, and refer to Monday PhotoPrompt gang, who are listed on the right sidebar, beneath the bunny.  Refer to this site, so other people will come and read about this writing prompt. 

Looking forward to some writing from y'all!

PhotoPrompt: Train Tracks

Clackity, clack…whoosh
The long train speeds past my car
Tracks seem to go forever, no end in sight.

Boys laugh, dare to walk the tracks.
Cars dart across, rushing to get somewhere,
Their destination mundane and boring.

The tracks take me far away
They speak to my dreams of adventure
Take me to places I must explore.
 
Mary Gerard

Miz Cleary’s beagle started the howling, set it off like a fire cracker. 

 Larry’s old hound dog picked up the song. 

Every dog in town was up on all paws, jaws open. AHHH- ROOOOO. 

 Doors opened, owners hollered at dogs baying, but it didn’t do any good.

The train was passing through.

hhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmrrrrrrhhhhhh

 Dogs spread the word. 

 All was fine now. 

Until the next night.

Susan Kane

 

PhotoPrompt: The Clock Strikes

Okay, Harold.  We made it to the clock, and yes! I see the time.  It’s not my fault we’re late.

Oh, come on, Joyce!  You are always making us late.  How far have we traveled today…and how many times have we waited for you?

Harold, if you keep this up, I will not allow you to dive into that plate of crostino with garlic bread…

Hey, you two!  We have had enough of this!  If we had known how you bicker non-stop, we would not have invited you on this trip!

Sorry, Leticia!  Harold is so erratic; I can never follow him anywhere.  On the flight over, he made me drop my shrimp…

Okay, ladies!  Here we are!  See the 3:25 tour bus!  I get the fat bald guy; Joyce, you take out the big redhead.  Leticia, you hit the skinny guy with the comb-over. 

And, it’s bombs awaaaaaayyyyy!