Relationships
Bonding
Basking in the glow
Of her new best friend
Within six feet
Sonya’s Three Line Tales: Week 218
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Lonely
Gotcha
Enduring
Maladies
Mental and physical
Imprison people
Holding them
Hostage
From the world at large
And
Those they love
Still
Though mind or body may
Falter
The heart never forgets
Word of the Day: Love
All Dressed Up And Nowhere To Go
Black Sheep Of The Family
The Honeymoon Cottage
Ravaged by time but still intact
Naysayers mocked it would never last
Sixty years later they pause and laugh
Sonya’s Three Line Tales: Week 174
Connected
It was 1966.
I was a freshman in college.
He was a friend of a friend,
a recent graduate with a
degree in accounting,
heading to Vietnam as part
of an Army artillery battalion.
I toted my books from class to class
day after day.
He put his ledgers aside
manning machine guns,
mortars and howitzers.
I retired to the comfort of an
air conditioned dorm room.
He sweat buckets in the jungle 24/7.
I bemoaned dorm food.
He ate C rations.
I penned letters on crisp stationary.
He scribbled on scraps of paper
in pencil, as pens were rendered
useless by unrelenting heat and humidity.
I fell into a safe, cozy bed at night.
He wondered if he would see the morning.
I was immature and self-absorbed.
He exemplified dedication, service and sacrifice.
I was a link to normalcy and home.
He was a glimpse into the chaos of war.
I went on to graduate school.
He resumed civilian life in Iowa.
A call came years later, just to say hello.
Pen pals still connected.