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Such Adventures
Just this once
he’d walked instead of the bus,
his mind a whirl
since, and ungraciously,
clearing out the spare room,
being immediately distracted
by so much past
but especially, most especially,
his temporarily forgotten
dog-eared and yellowed
‘Tales of Worthington’,
of derring-do
and worlds beyond worlds.
He sighed,
such adventures,
as he rounded the corner
into Brink street
past the old familiar
wasteland of the mill,
he felt drawn to have a look
and before he could find a way in,
he was somehow
already overlooking the wall,
as a ladder of no ordinary type
had appeared and swept him up,
and there it was,
Worthington’s Worlds, all majestic
just as he’d imagined,
and, in the next moment,
as he moved forward
he wondered if Mabel would miss him.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
parallax 
Hmm…This one begs to be continued, Paul.
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Thank you, I hadn’t actually thought about it, hmmm
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A great descriptive poem. Brilliantly written. 🙂
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Thank you Kristian, I really appreciate your encouraging words. 🙂
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You’re very welcome, Paul. 🙂
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Oh gosh, this brought tears to my eyes–it’s so beautiful, magical, and full of love’s potential…sigh… ❤
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Inner child redemption, adventure, I think I’ll go for a walk 🙂 many thanks
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My pleasure, you’re always welcome.
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🙂
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Absolutely delightful, stepping into this magical world. Mabel will wonder where he went. Whoosh. Beautifully written Paul, it warmed my heart.
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O Helene, I’m so glad it has had such a positive affect, means a lot to know that, thank you so much.
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Thank you for writing so incredibly well Paul.
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Well, I am really enjoying myself with your prompts, it has expanded my thinking, so many thanks for that.
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My pleasure thank you 😊
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“A ladder if no ordinary type” great imagery.
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Thank you so much Ruth for responding.
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Excellent Paul.
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Many thank Michael.
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How fun…poor ol’ Mabel left behind.
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Lol, yes, poor Mabel, well she did stay home that day so … Thanks VJ
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You are welcome.
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A fun story, I agree with Sandy, it may need a sequel!
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I hear an echo – lol, And I have succumbed to my peers 🙂 part two coming.
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I’ll look forward to it!
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🙂
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lol delightful creativity … was he seeing heaven? So many ways this could go …
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Now that would be telling? Part two coming!
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yea 🙂
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😉
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Wow you can’t leave that one there – great beginning to a story
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Okay, okay, it’s on the way
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This is just the beginning, Paul! Don’t leave us here wondering lol
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Apparently not, the growing consensus is to do part 2 🙂
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Yay!
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🙂
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So many starts…
I’d like to think that Mabel might be a cat and could fend for herself.
Since your gent was cleaning out a room, maybe of things belonging to a wife that passed… and maybe he’ll met her on his adventure over the wall.
That’s what’s nice giving readers a chance to wander themselves. Thanks.
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Thank you for sharing Jules, yes who knows 🙂 however, the consensus is I should write part two, so … 🙂
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I’ve done some serials…
It’s a bit of a chore to keep adding links.
And after awhile I think hard to follow – even for me as the writer.
That being said I have done a shorter serial…
It’s nice to be encouraged and enjoyed 🙂
Good luck in what ever you choose to do.
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Wonderfully written.
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Wow, what a line up.
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