The same rugged, masculine yet gentle hands
which tickled each nerves and gave me sensual goosebumps,
have weaved yarnful of lies that ended my life.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: Philip Estrada

In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three Line Tales Week Thirty-Three.

If you want to join, here are the simple rules:

  • Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt.
  • Link back to this post.
  • Tag your post with 3LineTales (so we can find you in the Reader).
  • Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
  • Have fun.

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74 Comments

    1. oh wow Diana. That is so so so nice of you to say. I would say it’s not impossible. I began as a reader. 🙂 Then I blogged, then I learned poetry and fiction through out. 🙂 The key is trying. 😉

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