Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge: Day 2

Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge: Day 2 - Tight

Blood red promises

Gathered in my memories

Held tight and nurtured

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This is my Day 2 haiku effort for the Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge, which I've been tagged to do by Sarah Brentyn. (Thanks Sarah, I'm loving the concept! :-)

(P.S. I actually had something else in mind for today, but that flash fic threatened to grow out of control so I need more wrestling time with it - my perennial writing dilemma!)

The “rules” of the Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge are:

1) Post a photo each day for five consecutive days.
2) Attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction, non-fiction, poetry, or a short paragraph. It’s entirely up to the individual.
3) Nominate another blogger to carry on the challenge. Your nominee is free to accept or decline the invitation. Just have fun.

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