The Six Sentence Story prompt – Beam
I have never seen such sallow vacant eyes.
They are the aftermath of a night’s terror in a haunted house with rotting beams full of bats.
Even the early Summer sun and warm breeze does not bring hope.
A lone scruffy man sits on a weathered park bench.
Crows are roaming around him unearthing grubs.
I wonder if those park crows ever consider pecking him like they do with carrion.
Flicker of Thoughts 
Such a skillfully written description to go with this photo. It is also very sad to consider.
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Thanks Pat for your commend.
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Oh goodness…well done, sad and scary thoughts.
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Thanks for reading.
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You’re most welcome.
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Powerful. Poem and image walk hand in hand. Nicely done!
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Thank you kindly.
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Excellent pairing, photo and poem. Good job and excellent sixing.
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Thank you!
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My heart breaks for such lost souls. We have groups (and i work with one) that try to help. Some are accepting, and some are not.
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It’s good to hear you are making a difference in those seek help. Blessings!
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I suppose some day, the crows will do just that, unless he allows himself to be rescued before that. Nice 6!
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Thank you for reading and commenting!
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This is so true and I’m afraid is going to take an up sweep. Well written.
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Thanks Lisa! I see those eyes from time to time in the park.
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it’s a sadness that goes deep.
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