Yes, you can enlarge all the photos by clicking on any one of them. Go ahead. Peek closer!
The Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge prompt is peek.
Yes, you can enlarge all the photos by clicking on any one of them. Go ahead. Peek closer!
The Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge prompt is peek.

Halloween, The Morning After
(If you want to see the beginning of this story, go HERE.)
This poem written over two years ago and edited a bit today seems to fulfill the requirements of today’s prompt word. As I look at those who have already read it, I see only a few familiar faces. (Hi, Marilyn) so I’ll risk running it by again. (The prompt word today was mystery.)
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown
Books
The fresh bookstore smell of them,
bending the pages to crack the spine,
notes scribbled in the margins,
underlines,
hearts with initials on the flyleaf,
something to loan or to wrap for a gift,
something propped up on the bathtub edge,
it’s paper sprinkled with drops–
pages wrinkled into a Braille memory–
that rainstorm run through,
how he put it in his back pocket.
Poetry touched by fingers.
Single words met by lips.
Words pored over by candlelight or flashlight
in a sleeping bag or in a hut with no electricity.
Books pushed into backpacks
and under table legs for leveling.
Paper that soaked up
the oil from fingers
of the reader
consuming popcorn
or chocolate chip cookies
in lieu of the romance on the pages–
finger food served with brain food.
Passions wrapped in paper and ink–
the allure of a book and the tactile comfort.
The soul of a…
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Thanks to bah humbug Forgottenman for letting me turn the porch light on to lure Trick or Treaters. I had to be reacquainted with the intricacies of candy distribution after offering the bowl to the first two little boys and having them grab eight candy bars and start to reach for more! I’m a quick learner and afterwards handed out the candy! Here are this year’s crop of Trick or Treaters. I love Halloween.
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Are you curious about that last costume? The mother told me he didn’t want to come as anything violent, so he requested to come as bacon! I love it. We had our last visitor at eight and turned out the porch light at 8:30, as all the neighbors had done the same. But, as you can see below, the candy carnage had just begun!

To see the end of the story, go HERE.
The neighbor’s goulash party was a yearly hit,
but as the new guy on the block, he’d never been to it.
And though he was a clothes horse—stylish, svelt and cool,
he wasn’t very good at spelling, as a rule.
So when he was invited for a goulash blast,
he didn’t know the party was for a mere repast.
Now here he was, dressed in his sheet, feeling pretty foolish
when no other party-goers showed up looking ghoulish.
The prompt today was ghoulish.