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Iron-man

He went there.
Daily.
Unfailingly.
His conversations,
Candid,
Intimate.
And why not!
He had
Inspired
That iron-man,
She had crafted it
In anger.
So daily,
He stood there.
Solitary,
But,
Somehow,
Not lonely.

Linking with Trifextra : Week 102
Linking with VisDare 45 : Scrutiny

Photo Courtesy : Visual Dare

Comments

  1. Makes me curious for more which is always a sign of good writing.

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  2. Methinks the Muse might have been a bit of a devil...hence, the breakup ;)

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  3. Clever and unique take on the prompt

    Enjoyed

    Ally:)

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  4. he.. they seem to have an interesting conversation...

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    1. Yeah, wish we could be part of his musings but he preferred to be lonely :) Thank you so much Bjorn

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  5. Interesting take on the prompt♥

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  6. Funny how he was drawn to it. The photo is perfect to reflect the mirrored angry posture :)

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  7. Love it! That's one way I wouldn't mind it going wrong somehow.

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  8. I love this "She had crafted it in anger. So daily, he stood there." So much like those of us "in love" so often did, just to preserve what we never truly had in the first.

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  9. what a great opening to drawing the reader into wanting the rest of that story!

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  10. I love this take, the use of visdare's prompt in it adds an extra kick.

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  11. This could easily lead into quite a bit more. Very nicely done.

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  12. I like that he's drawn to it even though it's probably not the most flattering likeness. It's as if she's cast a spell on him. Very cool take on the prompt.

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  13. This is great! I want to know more. Very interesting.

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    1. Thank you so much Ashley. It is so good to hear from you

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  14. I love how you drew your inspiration!

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  15. Excellent, creative take on the prompt!

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  16. This is great - I read it three times, and liked it more each time I read it. It's a really thoughtful piece. Wonderful job.

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