3 Line Tales -The Bridge

photo-1459421458614-23811a6d188bEvery year, he marvelled at the magnificence that bloomed around the bridge in that very spot. Despite the devastation they had witnessed, despite the acid anger that had railed upon them a decade ago, the bushes flowered as faithfully as he held his yearly vigil. Perhaps they sensed his presence.

© Nadia Brown, 2016

This is part of Sonya’s 3 Lines Tales – 100 words or less inspired by a weekly photo prompt!


3 Line Tales – The Player

The player

On a white-washed shelf,

The scarred remains of sweetness.

The player plays on…

3 Line Tales by Only 100 Words


Vicarious life

Waiting in the wings

Breathing in the velvet air

That blankets the stage

Arms overflowing with props

Carefully mouthing each line.

© Nadia Brown


Hobon Lake


A loon calls; wistful

Echoes rising from the mist –

Silent ripples spread.

© Nadia Brown, 2016


Spring (Tanka)


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Between the gnarled roots

And leaves rustling underfoot

Life scampers freely

Ever purposeful; intent –

Spring under the canopy.

© Nadia Brown, 2016