At the dverse bar and grill, they are serving up two quotes by Kahlil Gibran:
The challenge is to create a haibun using these two quotes for inspiration.
A haibun is prose followed by a haiku.
Here is my haibun:
My best friend has a cold. "One more week to go," she says, "because every cold lasts two weeks." Shall I mail her a box of tissues? No. I don't want her to like me any more than she already does. There's a thin line in a friendship between a single man and a married woman. What would her husband say if she received a box of tissues in the mail? How does he manage to put up with his wife having a bachelor for a best friend in the first place? It is a mystery to me.
Summer becomes fall
The common cold rears its head
Achoo! (pardon me.)