PHOTO PROMPT© CEAyr
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You and me. Us.
Are there any stronger words? Two against all! You and me forever!
We huddled in that slight crevice, time and time again. You despised going home, especially on Fridays when your Dad’s paycheck bought liters of cheap gin and an ugly anger that marked bruises on your pretty face.
And me, my home was a sarcophagus, cold, where my parents stole to their own caves, not acknowledging me or each other.
You and me, us, holding hands, reprieve.
Us lasted a long time.
Until time threaded its skeletal fingers around your wrist stealing you away.
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As Long as Always Can Be
How inured we’ve become. Continue reading
I wanted to be Maria in West Side Story. Forever. From the first moment, I heard the songs playing through my mother’s speaker and then saw Natalie Wood so sweetly beautiful, I sang along and dreamed. I created a niche in which I danced and sang and dreamed of a boy like Tony, but in my drama, he would live and we would love each other until the end of time. Continue reading
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
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Some husbands saunter in and buy a dozen red roses. Guilt assuaged. Continue reading
© A Mixed Bag 2009
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Keep Your Head
I grew up thinking monsters were inhuman. They were the bogeyman in the closet, Pennywise in the sewer, and the unknown grab-monster under the bed. Continue reading
© A Mixed Bag 2009
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Who to call? Continue reading
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PHOTO PROMPT © Kent Bonham
Darkness threatened as I navigated twisting streets trying to catch a glimpse of Joe’s taillights. This recurring dream inhibited my daytime, injecting uncertainty where none before existed.
Our life was good; why would he leave?
The house shook with thunder. The shepherd cowered between my knees and the stove where I stirred onions in olive oil.
Mary’s tiny voice filled brief quiet gaps. “What game is this, Daddy? How do I play?”
I peered around the doorway to see him, sweating, prostrate on the carpet.
Through thick rain I trailed the ambulance, its taillights red in the eclipsing darkness.
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© Mike Vore
The Princess of Hardy County, West Virginia
“Rise! Rise! I am the Princess of Hardy County, West Virginia!” I danced in sunshine between cow patties, velvety mullein, and prickly purple thistles. The rush through the pine grove whispered rain.
Warning: Minor adult situation and possibly offensive language (how does one really correctly gauge these things?). Like this? If you’re easily offended, read no further? Blah.
ps This gives a whole new (maybe old) meaning to flash fiction.