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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 15h

She came to terms with her Nana’s affair, but not the repercussions from it. Anna traced the ink with trembling fingers. What her grandmother called love, others might have called sin; yet it was that very sin that had given her mother life and her in return. #vss365

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 15h

It’s hard to express the feeling that came over me in that hallway; the closest I can compare it to is the hush before a storm breaks. #2WordPrompt

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 15h

Mary cut back the hydrangea removing most of the tired plant. She knew it would come alive again with blue blooms next July. Mary thought how lucky she was to have good things that come around again and again. #bravewrite

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

When the storm of her unexpected heritage quieted, Anna felt herself on an island, not of exile, but of clarity. The letters had carried her here, to a place where she could rethink all she thought she knew about her family. #vss365

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

He carried the look of someone wrecked by kindness withheld, and she found herself yearning to mend what she could. #2WordPrompt

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

Rumors percolated along the terrace, slipping between the guests. Each one more juicy than the last. #bravewrite

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

They are going to need a bigger bank account.

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

As a former teen age guy I can attest to many guys that age being idiots. They just need an excuse. Your great aunt was a saint.

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

I think they have good reasons. The US isn’t the only country not putting enough money into education.

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

Spent the morning in Arles, France. Not your typical trip. The students are unhappy. Union are joining too I read.

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

it took a while to process it. Anna’s mother had been a love child between Nana and a Munich artist. When the storm inside her quieted, Anna felt something shift as if the letters had unmoored her. She now had to sail forward in her life with the knowledge Nana had left behind. #vss365

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

And I really hope your meme is true.

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

I’m so sorry for your loss. Our cat is now 14 and we pray she goes on and on.

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

Darla tried to steady her nerves and studied the lane’s worn pattern before letting the ball go, hoping muscle memory would deliver her a twelfth strike and a perfect game. #2WordPattern

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

He watched the city lights flicker against her profile, turning her into a lily rising out of the dark water of the night, fragile, luminous, yet somehow unloveable. #bravewrite

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

The letters were calm on the surface, but beneath the ink Anna felt the rush of love and regret that had spun through Nana’s life. Then she came to the letter that hit her like a hurricane. Her nana wasn’t who she thought she was and neither was she. #vss365

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

By mid‑July the valley could produce a heat that herded every living thing, man, cow, and birds, into whatever shade that was available #2WordPrompt

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

She stepped onto my arms with weaponized heartbreak, every sigh sharpened to cut straight through the armor I would have sworn I didn’t wear. #bravewrite

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

The jewelry box contained a note: My dear Anna, These letters harbour what I could never say - the small kindnesses, the regrets, the love that refused to fade even when silence seemed easier. If you read them, read gently; they were written to keep something alive. With much love, Nana #vss365

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

I walked with Eliza and admired her garden. I sensed the woman’s autonomy in how she let certain things grow wild. I had been looking for a strong woman and I knew I was in the presence of of one now. #bravewrite

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

Hello Brenda and Friends. Wishing you the best from another river adventure in Lyon.

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

She walked fast, as if speed alone could help her escape the memory, but she was unable to outrun hearing the small, wounded tremor of the long ago boy in his voice. 2WordPrompt

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

Yes. My bike took me everywhere then.

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

The jewelry box contained a tarnished locket with a faded photograph of her grandmother, love preserved but dimmed by time. The locket’s tarnish didn’t dull its lure; it gleamed faintly, like a secret that wanted to be found. Anna thought that secret was in the letters. #vss365

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

She felt as if yesterday’s mistake might smite her the moment she stepped into the meeting, yet she walked in anyway. She hoped she had enough intellectual armor to weather any attack from this lot. #bravewrite

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

The jewelry box came with letters from Anna’s grandmother. The letters sat on the table like a small mountain, its letters stacked and folded into ridges of time. She knew she’d have to climb it, one memory at a time. It was a steep journey. #vss365

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

He told me what had happened in Viet Nam that day, the volume of his words barely above a whisper, yet each one landed with the weight of a stone. #2WordPrompt

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

The chrysanthemums on the windowsill had gone the colour of old bruises, and something in their sagging heads made me think the house had been hiding its secrets for years. #bravewrite

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

I’m 69. It better start coming together faster then. :)

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

I am a very good writer of pith. But it all falls apart with longer stories.

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

You’re welcome! Thank you for the kind words.

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

The letter lay open on Anna’s lap, and outside the window a single cloud drifted across the sun, dimming the room to a muted gold. The jewelry box seemed heavier in that light as if the cloud had settled inside her, carrying the weight of what no one else had wanted to keep. #vss365

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

He pushed forward through the scrub, and in that moment the wind came up, an omen of well or ill he could not tell. #2WordPrompt

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

Monica.laughed, low and unhurried, a sound threaded with defiance, as though she’d already heard his best argument and found it unimpressive. #bravewrite

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

Anna’s inheritance from her aunt was emotionally loaded. The gift carried history, obligation, and the uncomfortable fact that what we inherit isn’t always what we wanted. It felt less like a gift than a bequest, something handed down because no one else wanted to carry it anymore. #vss365

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

The moment demanded someone who was brave. I was not brave, far from it. However, I could pretend to be and sometimes with a bully that was good enough. #2WordPrompt

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Pádraig Barry (PJ) @pjbarry.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

The field was a riot of azalea fire, and she moved through it with the careless grace of someone who believed a beautiful garden was her birthright. #bravewrite

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