Thank you to Rochelle for providing Friday Fictioneers!
Song Without End
He’s gone again. Continue reading
Thank you to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers!
I hope to be a bit more on time in the future.
Laws were disregarded, others set in place. No one was paying attention. People were busy living their lives. Only later, too late to halt the tide of megalomaniac corruption, did they point fingers. The last wave came in the morning as fog besieged the city. Continue reading
It’s been awhile since I’ve visited Sunday Photo Fiction. It’s nice to be back. Thank you, Alistair!
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
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?”
“You must be excited.”
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.