An unkempt blue tractor blocked our entry. We just managed to slide in the gateway when the majestic race horses nudged us demanding their feed.
I caste my gaze around and realise its full of shards of this man’s dreams. Specialised tractors left to rust. Large frames leaned against the corral … they only cost a hundred but the horses shelter was never built. The ice cream cart was rotting, tyres and rusted bits lay about.
It felt voyeuristic to wander through the graveyard of this man’s dreams. 73.8 acres paid for … could the bank reclaim that 0.2?
Carrot Ranch Challenge, January 24, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about shards. You can write about the pieces, the item they once were, or who picks them up and why. Go where the prompt leads.
aroused 
This reminds me of something my dad used to say whenever we explored an old abandoned mining camp or ranch — “this was someone’s dream once.” Well done!
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shards we don’t need to collect or live amongst Charli … your Dad nailed it ⭐
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Nooooooo. Not like this 😦
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glad you got it Rupali, the more spectacular the property the more complicated the owner …
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A difficult choice
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Shards of dreams – so sad. I guess it’s happened to more than just one.
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sadly too many do this to themselves Norah … such a waste of a precious life!
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OH, I find this very sad.
But, I guess like they say, “One person’s trash is another person’s treasure”… ???
You wrote this so well, Kate…I felt like I was right there, too.
(((HUGS)))
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Nigel’s story continues tonight … it improves 🙂
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Surreal, but then aren’t all dreams? Really liked this one, Kate. ~nan
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thanks nan, met some amazing characters in the past week that really lend themselves for material here 🙂
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the desolation of a man’s dreams, the saddest place on earth, you just created a new experience for me Kate from this, i never thought how careless we can be walking through places, i love when you write like this, makes me think
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thanks so much Gina, second episode tonight … my search for a parking spot gave me much fodder for blogging 🙂
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your sensitivity Kate – that’s what it is, and reading you adds to the richness of my life
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he sadly squirmed when I nailed him after only ten minutes of being there … a gonna man that never follows through, for me it was obvious 😦
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sadly most are that way, the live in their dreams Kate, when reality comes with a real offer they back away
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a retired school principal who has wasted so much …
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ah sad! i know of a certain individual who has wasted his life and career in the same, but still refuses to see how he can turn his life around
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yes they seem like lost souls … so sad
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Great post Kate! Dreams represent our hopes and fears … this is an interesting one!
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thanks Christine!
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Artist: Fintan Magee / Lismore Back Alley Gallery
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thanks so much Gary!
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Interesting thoughts about dreams. Man probably interpreted differently, and the horse differently. Write more about these fragments of dreams that you have to deal with.
greetings
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Thanks Ultra had already scheduled another post tonight … this is actually one of the places I viewed over the last few days
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