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.
The war damaged Uncle Randolph. Continue reading
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
After the Show
I’ve never been a fan of crowds. Riding metro after an event in DC, sweaty, stinky bodies pressed together, is my version of hell. Continue reading
so this one is 58 words to make up for yesterday’s 300. It all averages out in the end. 😉
Urge for Going
In December, two days before Christmas, you left me. All that remained was a note. “It’s not you, it’s me. I can’t go on this way.” Continue reading
If you’re participating in the A to Z, are you a pantser, like me? Or are you a planner? Someday I would like to grow up and be a planner. 🙂
Elysian Fields and Future Words
The boy she loved lives in Elysian Fields, taken too soon, all the shared future words but memories in her journal. 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
Do I do a mea culpa? I wrote the Sean story so that he could show his compromise. This story is for me, because.
As always, thank you, Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers.
I fill plates, busy myself. I make sure beer is cold and wine chilled. Continue reading
Thank you to Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers! This is definitely one where I looked very, very closely at the picture and let my imagination run wild.
I cried as he spoke
of his little girl
of how a parent
should never bury a child
of how instead of girlish giggles
there’s cold silence
grayness on golden days
a single ubiquitous cloud
shrouding his sun.
How can one remain unmoved
knowing dreams, futures
smiles, songs, singing
laughter, weddings, babies–died?
Hearts cannot be mended with gauze.
Ice dwells where warmth was.
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