Spent Lives: a #Tanka-Prose

Playing Rock-Paper-Scissor to see which of us would drive the rent-a-car. After a flight to Denver from New York, during which we drank Heineken after Heinekan.

Driving over switchbacks through the Rockies. At night. With an squeaky-breaked 18-wheeler behind us.

Getting knocked into the frigid Animus River in level-5 rapids during our first white-water-rafting experience.

How many lives did I burn through during one road trip?

overcast sky

the saturated grass

growing greener

another adventure

soon enough

for 15th August 2020 prompt: Gerry Muse #220 (occasional tanka prose)One of my Nine Lives

and Poets and Storytellers United’s Writers’ Pantry #33: Gotta Love the Classics (posted by Rommy)

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5 responses to “Spent Lives: a #Tanka-Prose”

Beverly Crawford

August 16, 2020

I doubt I could survive a switchback in the Rockies with a squeaky-braked 18-wheeler behind me, and Level One rapids would be quite risky enough for me and my water-terror! Can’t wait to hear about your next adventure!

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Rosemary Nissen-Wade

August 16, 2020

Enjoyed reading of these wild adventures – and so glad I was not the one living them, lol.

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Colleen@ LOOSELEAFNOTES

August 16, 2020

The prose and poetry meet in the middle of this adventure.

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Magaly Guerrero

August 17, 2020

Those squeaky wheels keep on echoing in my head. A ginormous vehicle making funny noises is never a good companion. Still, I enjoyed the trip.

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magicalmysticalteacher

August 18, 2020

I’d love to take a road trip right now, but I’m afraid of burning through what’s left of the life I have. 😉

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