I know how others see you. I know how you see yourself. Each step you take out of the morass is a victory. Be brave, little monster; take my hand and rise up.
This post was made in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge weekend prompt, in which the editors gave us this assignment:
Give us the 33 words that follow this illustration. What happens next?
Artist credit: Dan Duford
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Christine Hanolsy 
Awww! What a lovely, touching take on the prompt. Well done!
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you and Bjorn had my favorites of the weekend.
I love when you write like this…
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This is such an unexpected, and fantastic, take on the prompt. A real joy to read, thanks 🙂
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Awww. This is really sweet. 😀
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Awww so encouraging.
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Being the one with the hand to offer is huge. Too often we turn our backs at the freaks and monsters who inhabit the space at the margins of our worlds. Very empowering post. Thanks for being you. 🙂
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Beautiful! Love your use of morass – such a great word. Very nicely done!
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Because even zombies need moral support. I can imagine this at the weekly group meeting
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AH how cute.
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Christine – you took a horrid prompt and wrote a gorgeous piece. Really, really well done!
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I tried to come up with something scary or funny, but I just couldn’t manage it!
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This is a wonderfully refreshing read, full of hope and courage. Love it. Thanks for linking up!
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