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There is a sight I hold dear. A misty morning, a grey veil, green hills in the background, lush and abundant. On the fore, at about 100 feet...

Friday, July 20, 2012

10 Giant leaps


He sneaks his way out.
One step at a time,
Slowly and steadily,
He trudges up the stairs.
Tiny steps making ten giant leaps.
And ah! The terrace!
Seals his triumph with giggles.

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28 comments:

  1. AnonymousJuly 21, 2012 at 4:03 AM

    I liked the way you "sealed his triumph with giggles".

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  2. CarverJuly 21, 2012 at 5:45 AM

    You draw pictures with your words.

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  3. Sarah @ Bend it Like BeckerJuly 21, 2012 at 6:02 AM

    This is very sweet! Love the last line.

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsJuly 21, 2012 at 10:23 AM

      Thank you Sarah. Even I like the way the last line unfolds itself.

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  4. lumdog2012July 21, 2012 at 6:56 AM

    You managed to create suspense in so few words. I just hope he's safe up there.

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsJuly 21, 2012 at 10:27 AM

      Safe and happy. :)
      Thank you for your visit and feedback.

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  5. Marie NicoleJuly 21, 2012 at 9:59 AM

    So fun and playful! Giggles!

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsJuly 21, 2012 at 10:28 AM

      Total fun. Abandon. Zeal. Life.
      Thank you Marie. I am glad you enjoyed it.

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  6. AnonymousJuly 21, 2012 at 10:24 AM

    I also like the last line...it made me smile :)

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsJuly 21, 2012 at 10:29 AM

      Thank you Janna. Your appreciation is a great encouragement in itself.

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  7. LanceJuly 21, 2012 at 10:29 AM

    suspenseful and you deliver the last line with a huge heart.

    well done 33

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  8. AnonymousJuly 21, 2012 at 2:45 PM

    Oh yes! I love the little footprints. There's a certain age when kids are big enough to do more than you think, but still small enough that when you hold hands with them, you wind up dragging them everywhere, and this piece evoked that feeling for me.

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsJuly 21, 2012 at 6:21 PM

      Thank you Jessie. We would all love to follow those little footprints, wherever they go :)

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  9. BettyRants41July 21, 2012 at 2:49 PM

    What a beautiful picture you have painted for us! I absolutely giggled myself when he gave himself away with his giggles in the last line. I was that kid! Too precious!

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  10. AnonymousJuly 22, 2012 at 6:25 AM

    wow! it was worth a word from William. Thank you
    With love
    Great photo

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  11. TrifectaJuly 22, 2012 at 4:08 PM

    Thanks so much for linking up this weekend. This is a sweet, thoughtful response to the prompt. Great job! Hope to see you back soon.

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  12. MeganJuly 22, 2012 at 4:34 PM

    Cute story :) I liked it. And thanks for the comment on mine.

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsJuly 22, 2012 at 5:02 PM

      Thank you for your visit too Megan and appreciating the story.

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  13. TrifectaJuly 22, 2012 at 6:58 PM

    Thanks for linking up with Trifecta this weekend. This is a really sweet little story. You've done a really great job for such a small space. I liked the bit about sealing his triumph. Nicely done!

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsJuly 23, 2012 at 10:10 AM

      Thank you once again Editors. It is really good to hear such encouraging words from you :)

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  14. CathyJuly 24, 2012 at 1:40 AM

    Very VERY nice. I could picture a child. :)

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