The Redhead and the Writer #amwriting

Thank you to Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers!

I decided to go a bit upbeat today. We’ll see how that goes! 🙂

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

The Redhead and the Writer

I’ve lost my mind. It’s the only answer. Maybe he’s not even here. Maybe he’s laughing and drinking a pint in a pub. Maybe I’m an idiot. Continue reading

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Parallel Universe, Entry for the 24 hour short story contest

Back in April I think I mentioned to you all that amidst the A to Z challenge, I had entered the 24 hour short story contest. I didn’t place. 😦 Awww me. 😉 Ya win some, evidently ya lose some. Anyway, here’s my entry and a link to the winners.

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Holes #amwriting

I’m back to Friday Fictioneers! I’ve missed it! Thank you to Rochelle, as always.

PS I am still on vacation for another couple of days and will be back in totality (or whatever) on Sunday or Monday. Thanks for sticking around.

 

Holes

The war damaged Uncle Randolph. Continue reading

High Flying Adored #amwriting

Thank you to newbie Susan for undertaking Sunday Photo Fiction!

 

High Flying Adored

Granddad’s bucket list is going to kill me. But a promise is a promise. Personally, I think he’s also trying to cure my fear of heights brought on by his brother because he feels guilty about leaving me with him that day.

Last week we did skydiving. I think. I squeezed my eyes tight, felt my ears pop, all the while tightly tethered to a professional who knew when to open the chute. I did open my eyes just in time to get my legs under me for the landing. A win.

This week it’s air balloons in the Blue Ridge. I think this will be easier. I just have to stand there, right? And not look down.

But life isn’t fair, is it? The guy checking on the balloon is Jace, my ex-, the only man I’ve ever loved. A quick glance at Granddad, who averts his eyes and begins whistling Led Zeppelin’s “Over the Hills and Far Away,” tells me this is not an accident.

I guess it’s not only my fear of heights he’s trying to cure.

end 5/11/2018 (180 words)

Sascha Darlington

 

The Continuity of Life #amwriting

Thank you to Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers.

PHOTO PROMPT © Karen Rawson

The Continuity of Life

When I was a child, those narrow planks of wood, steps to the summer cabin, signified the ending of the day. Each evening I begged for more time. The irony doesn’t escape me now. Continue reading

Z is for Zoo #atozchallenge #amwriting

Tis the end.

 

At the Zoo

I come to the National Zoo as often as I can. I love to watch the elephants. There are haters, I know. Sitting here, I’ve heard it all, none particularly astonishing: Continue reading

Y is for Yosemite #atozchallenge #amwriting

 

Take a Hike

Behind our motel room the Merced roars over rocks sounding as if you are in constant danger of being swept from your room. Our earlier disagreement has us clinging to the edges of the queen bed, not even seeking each other’s warmth despite the malfunctioning air conditioner pouring artic frost on us. Continue reading

X is for Xanadu #atozchallenge #amwriting

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I Give You Xanadu

My once fiancé promised me Xanadu, a home of notable wealth, modernity, and style, a place to keep me happy with everything I could possibly want, except for two: him and children. The first was not said although the second was. Continue reading

V is for Virgin in Virginia #atozchallenge

I don’t know what’s with writing today. This too could become something longer (and wanted to). Argh.

 

 

Another One Bites the Dust (or Got Milk?)

“That’s the last blind date I set you up on,” Dave tells Cara. “Zeb is a nice guy. What was wrong with him? In your oh-so-humble opinion.” Continue reading