Visitations #amwriting

Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge. June 22, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that involves a dream. This action could have happened while awake, such as daydreaming, or make up a dream when asleep. Go where the prompt leads as it could be a nightmare or just fond memories or ambition.

This is #2 and fictional, although a very similar theme to the first.

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©Sascha Darlington

Visitations

I feel gentle fingertips caress my temple, wake to his brown eyes fastened on mine, concern etched in them. His breath, hot upon my cheek, once would have been enough.

“Are you getting up?” he asks, a whisper.

“I need a little more sleep,” I say. He nods, kisses my brow. I almost pull him to me, to have him close.

I’ve never told him that sometimes she appears in dreams and her laughter clutches me. I sleep hoping to dream of her.

I think I hear him say: “Please come back to me” before I slide into slumber.

end 6/23/2017

Sascha Darlington

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Joyful Fugue #amwriting

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© Sascha Darlington

 

This is my first time writing to a dVerse–Poets Pub Prompt. If you wish to take part, you’ll find the information HERE.

 

Joyful Fugue

Chiles, eggplant, tomatoes

crave soil, capricious temperatures

stay my impulse to plant.

Soon, I think, soon.

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Quilt #amwriting

Quilt

My mother has a quilt

made by hands

gnarled yet able

for a lost brother

I barely knew.

On sick days

she’d wrap me in the quilt

tell me the blanket

was love

to keep me warm

and safe

each square of fabric

something of his

sewn together

bound by thread

like family threads

even death

can’t break.

end 4/27/2017

S. Darlington

U is for Unforgiven #AtoZchallenge #amwriting

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“Having children changes you.” These were the truest words Mother ever said.

The moment I held Maria, her big eyes surveying her world, I was smitten.

The second truest thing Mother said was “no matter how well you think you know someone, you don’t.”

Maria’s relationship with her father and me was different. She kept curfew, didn’t lie, and told me everything.

Mother said, “The greatest disappointment is finding out what you thought was true, wasn’t.”

Sitting on Maria’s twin bed, reading her journal, I amassed a list of those who would be unforgiven.

I was at the top.

 

end 4/25/2017

S. Darlington

Carry On

 

You would never have guessed that I would be the one carrying your banner long after you’d gone. But I’ve always been the one to feel too much and wish too much and dream too much and miss people long after, when others have moved on their faces directed forward. I never knew your dreams, but maybe they’ll interweave with mine and carry on just the same. There will be peace when we’re done.

end 4/21/2017

S. Darlington

in dreams i walk alone–Day 16 #NaPoWriMo #amwriting

in dreams i walk alone

Mornings when climbing from bed felt literal, the day ahead, a craggy mountain. The hike did not change; it did not grow easier, but understanding crept in, a gray whiskered intruder, stalking shadows, pointing at mortality with a boney finger.

end 4/16/2017

S. Darlington

Elegy for the Dead Spirit — Day 3 #NaPoWriMo #AMWRITING

Elegy for the Dead Spirit

Every day she sang

sometimes “Oklahoma”

at the top of her lungs

in an empty house

with floorboards creaking

roof whispering with ghosts

After midnight low flute tones

murmured, a fugue as if she knew

her hopes fandangoed with futility

“Canon in D,” “Morning Has Broken”

Her heart once so big, open

she’d make you smile with hers

Laughter so real, its own music

Gone, she took the sun imprudently

mistakenly, unintentionally

The rains come like tears

Wipe away your misery

She may phoenix yet.

 

end 4/3/2017

S. Darlington

“I’ve Been a Bad, Bad Girl”

If thoughts are as bad as deeds, then Leah knows she’s karmically going to a really bad place.

Ever since Tony yelled viciously at the children, making Nellie cry body-racking sobs, she’s considered ways to leave him . . . or kill him.

But he’s constantly around, claiming to work from home. He doesn’t trust her. He thinks she’s going to run off with some man. What man? A bloke at the shop?

He watches her all the time, checks her mobile, even hacked into her email. He labels her best friend, Jane, a lesbo because Jane doesn’t react to his “charms.” Did he have some once? He must have. Once. Or she wouldn’t be here.

“Babe, fry me some mushrooms,” he says.

She almost says “no” because neither she nor the children like them. And, then she remembers the article warning about the deathcap mushrooms.

 

end 3/20/2017

S. Darlington

 

afraid you will be nothing

In this wordless sorrow

I cling to scorching memories

You hurt me, intentionally, unintentionally

You were a substance unknown

I retracted like a stilted flower

You loved, I think

I loved, I know

You hid in liquid substance

Me too, but only sometimes

Convenient, to numb

You threw out anger

You maimed

The next day you apologized

But it remained

A few years passed

Bitterness persisted

What do we do now

What do we do

I listen in the calling of the wind

For answers to something you sought

Afraid that you will be nothing

Even passed

If someone doesn’t hear.

 

end 1/21/2017

S. Darlington

In Shadows

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

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In Shadows

Marisa hates this hallway. When Mr. Santiago, her supervisor, first led her around, he gushed over the honeymoon couples who found the white arches romantic, how they craved the soft lighting he installed.

As she exchanges clean towels for soiled, she hears the familiar raised voice of a woman.

“Randy is gone,” she cries.

Mr. Santiago says the same words he always says: “Perhaps he found married life was not for him.”

“It’s our honeymoon, you idiot.”

As Marisa pushes the laundry hamper down the corridor, she averts her gaze and hums the languid native song of death and protection.

 

end 1/19/2017

S. Darlington