Time for the Trifextra weekend challenge: Write a story entitled ‘Lost’ in exactly 33 words. The word ‘lost’ can only appear in the title, not your 33 words. And away we go!
The uninitiated hear your lascivious voice, see your chestnut hair, catch citrusy wisps. They long to touch, to taste your alabaster skin. The initiated – me – endured that fantasy. In you I see nothing.
Trask Avenue 
Cut to the quick. I can relate.
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I think most of us can relate. Thanks for stopping by!
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This is great. That first half sets up the second half brilliantly. ‘In you I see nothing’– super last line. Thanks for linking up and hopefully see you for the weekday challenge starting on Monday.
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Ouch! Well-said in such a short space. Sometimes we see people differently after knowing them.
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And sometimes that’s a good thing – or a bad thing.
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Excellent. It’s hard to create two such contrasting emotions in so short a space. Well done.
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That’s kind of you. Thanks!
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Fiery!
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Hope you didn’t get burned!
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Yikes! So all that glitters isn’t gold after all. Great writing!
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Thank you, Gene!
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Oh, that is good. Nice sting.
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Thanks!
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All of those powerful descriptors, and the initiated sees nothing. I love it! Great response to the prompt.
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Thanks, fg!
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It definitely captured my full attention, though I don’t completely understand it. (Really intelligent work like this makes me feel dumb).
But very well done, and very cool blog design!
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I wish I could take credit for the blog design, but it’s the good folks at WordPress who created it.
I’m thankful you came to visit. Hope to see you again sometime!
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You are really good at these challenges!
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I like ’em because they can be done is a flash!
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Boom! If I remember right, anger is one of the stages of grief. Well expressed.
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Thank you and thanks for taking the time to read!
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This is very dark. i like it very much.
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Thanks, Florida!
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Yes. It’s the cold indignation of heartbreak that picks up where the sadness ends. Out of all of those fancy words, it is “endured” that shouts the loudest.
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Well then, thanks for enduring the post!
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Yikes! Whoever that is, they’re getting it.
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Apparently a picture doesn’t need 1,000 words.
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just 33
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OW! Phew – such emotion in only 33 words!
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Thanks! That 33 word limit is all sorts of interesting.
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Terrific visuals here – The anger is almost palatable.
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Thanks! Just another day in the brain!
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Remind me to stay on your good side. Wow.
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I’m bad, I’m nationwide.
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Oh YEAH! You had me at “citrusy wisps” (and the “alabaster skin” finished me off). I have been both the initiated and the un-. An excellent take on both perspectives!
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Thanks! And thanks for stopping by!
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Wow. Sounds like you might be talking about someone in particular. I hope you’re not bitter because I didn’t send you a postcard from Houston.
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I’m not sayin’ nuthin’ other than my mailbox is still empty.
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