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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Some of this may be upsetting so if you are easily upset, please do not continue further. Likewise, the upset deals with pets so if you find that hard to take, please do not read further.
Each day this agile mind slips away a little farther.
Alone Continue reading
I don’t think I’ve ever felt bad about one of my Friday Fictioneers stories before, but I guess I have about my last one. I didn’t go over it the 552 times that I usually do, which meant it had gaps. Continue reading