Holding a Lifetime

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Holding a Lifetime

In those days the air was combustible, ions churning, light fragmenting into auroras that blazed through night’s boundless sky, laughter sweet, gentle like soft blossom petals falling. Continue reading

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Shattered

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Friday Fictioneers for 5/26/2017


Shattered

The teenagers called me “crazy artist lady.”

The men loitering nearby called me worse when I refused their “offers.”

My lover called me stubborn for staying. “It’s not safe.”

I scoffed. “They’re just talk.”

 

I worked all day and into the evening, but flagged. Grabbing Gordo the Great Dane’s lead, we loped to the coffee shop; I hummed something cheery.

The barista smiled. “Your showing’s tomorrow?”

“Day after.”

“You must be excited.”

“And nervous.”

 

Red paint dripped down my door from the four-letter slur. Inside, three years of blown-glass artwork glittered in the light, innocently beautiful in its destruction.

 

end 5/24/2017

Sascha Darlington

31st Wedding Anniversary

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31 Wedding Anniversary

“The ivy, John,” Ramona says.

“Yes, dear,” says John while continuing his Sudoku.

“I hate to nag . . .”

“Yes, dear.”

“…but the ivy will kill the tree. It taps into the moisture around the roots and sucks the life out of it.”

“I know exactly how it feels.”

 

end 4/29/2017

S. Darlington

Fish Out Of Water

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Three Line Tales, Week 65

Fish Out Of Water

The instant the caught fish is removed from water, he begins to drown.

Here in urban sprawl without the mountains, I begin to suffocate.

You take my hand, tell me to breathe, and I believed I could do anything for you.

 

end 4/26/2017

S. Darlington

Secrets

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Secrets

 

I was eleven when I kept my first secret.

I thought Adrienne, who lived in the mansion, was a beautiful, golden princess.

I saw her the day she crawled through the gap in the fence, carrying a knapsack, her blonde hair a halo.

“You can’t tell anyone you saw me,” she said. “It’s our secret.”

She darted through the woods and into a rusted red pickup. The driver looked at me, his gaze burning me with frost. He pressed his forefinger to his lips.

Fear pervaded my dreams. The princess screamed.

Her body was found a week later.

 

end 3/22/2017

S. Darlington