Guidelines … Create your own Tell The Story around the image below, then select three bloggers of your own and add your own image to complete the tag. All you need do is create a tale, story or poem. Take your time and have fun!
held his hand tight against her tear-sodden cheek. He was no longer able to give her comfort. The joy he brought to her had been magical. In those final days, hours, minutes she
watched the sparkle in his eyes, those eyes that completely captured her heart the
moment she first saw them, slowly begin to fade before they closed for the last
heaved in and out of her chest as she struggled to understand why. “Why him, Lord? Why not me?
I begged you and you left me here!
You left me here to live without my precious, precious child! He was only a child! Why?
Why do you let cancer take our children?” Her pleas went unanswered and tested her
resolve in her love of Christ.
This wound would eventually heal, as much as it could, and her path would lead her to help others in the same situation. She gave what she could to others and her heart, while still broken, was mended. Her faith turned out to be her greatest strength. She knew that her guardian angel had a tiny set of wings, but he had a set of wings, and this was her new comfort.
After a few hours of study, and a lot of coffee, I knew the answer to this mystery was finally at hand.
“Did you notice how many prints were in the dark sand as compared to the light?” I asked my partner, Luna.
“Yes! Of course I did! What is so important about it?” she replied.
“I don’t believe it was anything local. On this particular planet, we know from past experience that all Taroloks have three toes, and are deathly afraid of dark ground, correct?”
“Notice that none of the prints in the shadows have toes. These are not Taroloks! I’ve seen these prints before in an old Earth scribe, or book, as they used to be called. These tracks, the ones in the shadows, are those of the Minotaur. And, unless I’m wrong, we need to get back to the shuttle and get the hells off this planet before they come back!”
“Well, you don’t have to tell me twice!”
Back in the shuttle Luna leans over to pour a long swig of her favorite adult beverage and asks, “What exactly is a Minotaur?”
I just laughed…
Maybe it’s not exactly the rules, but I’d like anyone who feels like writing to do so with the picture below: