R is for Rutland, Vermont #atozchallenge #amwriting

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

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H is for Hospital #atozchallenge #amwriting

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. 🙂

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Imagine #amwriting

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.

 

Imagine

I fill plates, busy myself. I make sure beer is cold and wine chilled. Continue reading

Shrouded Sun

Shrouded Sun

 

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.

 

2/23/2018

Sascha Darlington

submitted to dVerse open link.