Three Line Tales: Daybreak

For Sonya’s Three line Tales prompt
photo by Lavkush Gupta via Unsplash


The setting moon, the first pigeon awake in a winter tree and the meadow a sea of frosted stalks.

No sound except the cracking of the ice formed on puddles and the water butts round the house, no cock crow or fox bark, only the cold that cracks and the wind that whines.

An ordinary August morning, and the first pigeon that will also be the last.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

9 thoughts on “Three Line Tales: Daybreak”

  1. You are in remembrance of the summer? Dont laugh on me, but today i’d heard a cock crowing. Not in a farming environment, but in a small garden. But I couldn’t see him. Maybe it was a deception?

    1. It isn’t cold here so I’m not lamenting the lost summer, not yet.
      I hope the owner of the cock doesn’t get complaints. You’re not supposed to keep cocks in suburban gardens, too noisy!

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