three line tales, week 238: a robot in a field of flowers
photo by Nimesh Basu via Unsplash


The scarecrow in my garden – Birds ignore the thing

But unwanted visitors and salesmen

My doorbell seldom ring


Three Line Tales


man carrying backpack standing on rock


He was noted as an explorer – intrepid

A pathfinder for all who followed

While others at home, in self-pity wallowed

He sought new horizons and scenes

His arrival from afar had caused celebration

His homecoming was quite the thing

Everyone wanted to know what he’d bought

While out at the Mall – shopping




Weekend Writing Prompt #159 – Intrepid in 52 words

FOWC with Fandango — Homecoming



My World

Class, Classroom, Tables, Chairs, Empty

Image by Adam Vega from Pixabay


This isn’t my world

The world that I know

All dressed up (sort of)

And no place to go


I sit before a screen

Instead of a class

No face-to-face contact

Except through glass


This isn’t my world

The world that I know

All dressed up (sort of)

And no place to go


Tins and dried pasta

Are now my cuisine

Or I use different ingredients

Than the recipe magazine


This isn’t my world

The world that I know

All dressed up (sort of)

And no place to go




Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge“My world”

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More Than Bricks and Mortar

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Lock-down, quarantine, self-isolation, and social distancing have had a major impact on our lives.   This is no less true of our worship, than with any other of our other social interactions.  But Pastors, Priests, and other faith leaders have been proactive in bringing what the modern world has to offer to keep their flocks together, and to fulfill the instruction of Hebrews 10:25, that we are not to forsake the assembling of ourselves together.

This morning, as on the last several Lord’s Days, I “attended” worship on a live feed which linked the saints together.  The word was powerful as we were reminded that times of trial help prove us, and prepare us for the Lord’s work.  Our growth often has a “necessity” of such trials.  The worshiping of God from the vantage point of our physical separation from one another is one such trial.

It does show us another great truth, however.  The church (Ekklesia) is not the physical structure in which we gather.  We do not “go to church.”  Rather we are the church!  We, the Body of Christ, not the bricks and mortar are church.  The challenge then is for us the “Be Church.”  Nothing else is good enough.

Whether we are housed together with loved ones, linked by technology, or in near total isolation, we are tied together by far more.  We are bound by the blood of Christ!  We are family, and we are a body (I Corinthians 12).   We are Church.






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Alan adjusted his mask and took the tray from the back of his van.  It was his twentieth delivery for the day.  As he approached the elevator he took out an antiseptic wipe and cleaned the button before pressing it.  He then made his way to the seventeenth floor.  He used the corner of the tray to tap on the door of 1703 and then stepped back.  A glimmer of light appeared briefly through the peephole and the door opened.  He slid the tray towards the customer and stepped back again.

“Mr Patel?” Alan asked.

“Yes, yes,” the man replied as he removed the grocery items from tray.

Alan pressed the Delivered button on his handset as the man pushed a small zip lock bag with a small tip in it towards Alan with a broom handle.

“Thank you very much,” Alan said as he drew out another wipe and cleaned the bag thoroughly before putting it at the far side of his tray.

Alan wondered how many times he had gone through the same process since back in ’20.  The “crisis” of course had been declared over eighteen months before, but no one seemed to be taking any chances.

(198 words)


Cabin Fever


I remember it like it was yesterday.  Nathan and Carol arrived at their “forest retreat,” as they called me.  It was a bit of a surprise for me, as I usually saw Nathan for fishing weekends, and it was only in the summers that I usually saw them together.  But here they were, “riding out” something they called “the corona.”

I was amazed at how many boxes of canned goods they carried in.  It looked like they were going to be visiting me for quite some time.  And if you went by the amount of toilet roll the brought, it was probably for years!

Well they settled in and the surroundings were filled with the sounds of laughter, television, and the incessant rumbled of the little generator that kept my electricity flowing.

After three weeks the laughter was less prevalent, and after four it was seldom heard at all.  Carol began to complain about “corned beef, tomato soup, and baked beans again.”  Then it happened, the petrol ran out and the internet went down.

What happened next is too horrible to describe.  Sorry, but it’s too unpleasant a memory to continue.




Inspiration Call: Talking Walls What story would the walls in this building tell if they could speak?


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Seven-year-old, Sally and her four-year-old brother, Tim were bundled into the car.  Dad had to try the ignition a few times before the vehicle eventually coughed into life.  Soon the Thompson family were motoring down an almost traffic-free road and Mom kept making comments about how beautiful the scenery was.

All the while, Tim stared at the passing images with a mix of wonder and trepidation.  Finally he leaned over to his sister and asked, “Where are we?”

“Don’t you remember?” she asked.  “It’s called ‘outside.'”

I guess two and a half years of lock-down does have it’s drawbacks.



Photo Challenge #310