My time has run out
no thirst can be satisfied
such and absurd end.
Haiku by Majka

In response to the Haiku Horizons with the Time word prompt

time
Dear bloggers, readers, followers!
I just want to apologize that I didn’t post my weekly posts “Sunday Photo Hunting” and “From ordinary to artistic”, but since yesterday 4pm we were without electricity. 😐
I will post both soon and participate in the challenges I used to.
I need to admit I felt a little frustrated after I woke up today, but this feeling disappeared with the rising sun and my motivation to turn the next few hours without the power to something useful.
Yesterday I cooked the dinner at the candle light and today I fried all the fish filets because it got melted and I wasn’t sure when the power will come back. Well we can enjoy it for the next three days 😄.
Sitting on the stairs, getting some sun I decided to create something nice, so I took the three old pots I found in our backyard and here is the result of playing with the acrylic colours.
I gifted all three pots to our landlord for his flowers ☺ and he liked them a lot.
My husband practiced some chess since he couldn’t work (he is an online English teacher) and after I finished painting the pots, he asked me to teach him how to paint.
I gave him one of my older drawings and told him to start with it.
I think this is coming along very nicely. He didn’t enjoy it for a long time though because it started to get late and the darkness fell again on our house and yard.
He maybe will finish it tomorrow or by the next power outage. ☺
I think he will spend his spare time practicing some more chess instead.
Blessed night/morning!
In response to The Weekly Photo Challenges with Time theme

The tower clock mashine

Sand-glass, the time is running low

Sundial at M.R. Stefanik Park, Trencin, Slovakia

Tower clock
In response to the Miniature writing challenge with the
Short Story Prompt:
They went to the movie theater every week, but today something was different…
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They could only see the actors backs and though they didn’t see their faces, the characters and the voices, the scene and the expressions were very familiar. No they have never watched this play before but though… it was so familiar.
It was like the director had withdrawn their memories, their past, present and maybe their future. This play was so familiar and true. And as they plunged deeper and deeper into the story they realized they are playing their life, they are the actors and the audience is the TIME.
(Short story, 91 words)