Written for Carrot Ranch’s June 28 Challenge
I have sketched us in charcoal on stark white. I have obliterated lines, assuaged others. The charcoal coats my fingertips, chin, and cheeks. Lines become blurred as I adjust, change, smooth angles. Your eyes, your smile are not right. I sketch you again, and somehow, my own image becomes fragmented, disjointed, a smear of darkness. Frustrated, I draw myself. Yet, when I peer into the mirror, my eyes haunt me, but I cannot convey this on paper despite my attempts. Ignoring the mirror, I start again. You and me, side-by-side, but somehow, despite numerous iterations, we never come together.
This is written for the Carrot Ranch Prompt: not all is lost.
At 11, her daddy died, taking away the sunshine.
At 15, she destroyed her knee and her chances for a sports scholarship. Continue reading
You could say that I’ve learned my lesson. Just post. Don’t pause.
Today I knitted hats.
Three while bingeing on Netflix. Continue reading
I actually wrote this for the Carrot Ranch challenge in time, but didn’t edit or submit it in time. Things happen. 🙂
Let me know what you think. Sascha xoxo
I’ve worshiped at the altar of John forever, even named my Fender Stratocaster for him. Continue reading
Written in response to the black and white challenge offer by Charli Mills’ @ Carrot Ranch.
Until I was eighteen, I was Dad’s favorite. By focusing on my music, becoming the best mandolinist in the three states, I pursued Dad’s ambition, which had been squelched by pragmatic parents. Continue reading
Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge
January 11, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about wet ink. It can be artistic, writerly or something completely off-the-wall. Go where the prompt leads.