OctPoWriMo Day #3, Specter

Specter

lost in the past, some halcyon, sepia-tinged fantasy days, cherub cheeked, chuckling, she felt lovable

now her life’s vintage, alone every move, love’s fleeting, mind dance of memories

his love cavorts away

 

Sascha Darlington

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Love and Red Dust

Up until twenty to thirty minutes ago, this wasn’t happening. I haven’t made any secret about the fact that I just haven’t felt in tune with my writing, but maybe the Bahama Mama over dinner helped. 😉 Continue reading

Daydream Believer or Here You Come Again?

So, yup, I lied to you. This story was not finished on Sunday. I had a momentary crisis about writing about an imminent hurricane while one was actively destroying people’s lives. The destruction from Florence is unimaginable to me when I have been in those place, driven down those roads. And, yet, I know that these cyclones and hurricanes have been angry for several years now. Flooding to my friends’ families in the Philippines, Kerala, Hawaii, and elsewhere. My thoughts are with everyone who has suffered through so much.

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I feel heavy and disoriented after my afternoon nap. Waking in the strange dormitory room of number 16 probably doesn’t help either. The only thing that does is Rufus resting his head on my arm the instant he knows I’m awake. He wags his tale, and I imagine he’s mentally yelling: Dinner! DinNER! DINNER! FOOD! Continue reading

Structural Integrity

Thank you to Rochelle for bringing us Friday Fictioneers!

(I seem to be having this issue lately of remembering to add my link to the blue frog. Hopefully this too will pass. 🙂 )

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

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Life in the Rearview Mirror

Thank you to Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers!

PHOTO PROMPT © Nathan Sowers grandson of our own Dawn M. Miller

 

 

Life in the Rearview Mirror

I see our cabin in my rearview mirror, where it can’t possibly be. Continue reading

Borrowed and Blue

Updated. I messed up. The obvious wasn’t obvious to me when I wrote it.

This piece has been revised to fit the parameters. 250 characters. The original is beneath the newly edited version.

Borrowed and Blue

“It’s okay,” he says.

“The wedding’s ruined.”

“I’m not marrying a dress. You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

His expression says his words are true. I swallow hard.

“You’re my everything.”

I fall in love all over again.

 


My first Twittering Tale. Thank you, Kat, for offering me an opportunity to Twitter away! 🙂

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Borrowed and Blue

I can’t look at him. This wedding’s a disaster. Something borrowed, something blue. Continue reading