The abandoned house always hid her lonely sorrows until rain rivuletting* down her empty windows, would mask her tears. (120 characters)
Photo by markusspiske at Pixabay.com
For Kat’s Twittering Tale #95: Raindrops on Glass
* no, not a typo
my frilly freudian slip
Lorraine's frilly freudian slip 
August 3, 2018 at 9:15 am
So powerful.
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August 3, 2018 at 11:09 am
Thank you. The quote inspired me to look at how light might become dark.
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August 1, 2018 at 6:50 pm
Beautiful 💜
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August 1, 2018 at 10:08 pm
Thanks.
It came to me in a storm of words. No butterfly net this time.
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August 2, 2018 at 2:09 am
That happens sometimes and it is almost as if the words are demanding to be set out 💜
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August 1, 2018 at 9:35 am
This is an amazing tale. I’d love to do twitter tales too but I cant’see the pictures (I’m blind).
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August 1, 2018 at 5:10 pm
Do you have someone who could describe the pictures for you? If not, let me know. Perhaps I can describe the image well enough that you can write a twitter tales.
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August 1, 2018 at 8:20 am
Very nicely done…short, succinct and heartwrenching. Reminds me of the quote by Charlie Chaplin: “I always like walking in the rain, so no one can see me crying.”
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August 1, 2018 at 9:21 am
Thanks, Kat.
My nose and eyes run at certain temperatures/weather conditions when I’m outside. That, and dark glasses sure help when I’m in a Chaplinesque mood.
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August 1, 2018 at 10:00 am
I like that… Chaplinesque mood… 😔
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