Might Have Been

I fell in love

at 17

with a boy,

who called me “beautiful”; Continue reading


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

By the Time I Get to Arizona #amwriting

And off we go. Today is “A”. Just to refresh your memory (and mine 😉 ) I indicated that I would be doing a flash fiction story with no more than 200 words in a location beginning with letters A to Z. Today it’s Arizona!

2018 #AtoZchallenge participation badge


It was 10 am. The temperature was already 100. You and I sat in the backseat of the rental with the guys in the front. You popped the top on a can of Miller and offered it to me. Everything in my world said “no” but I was trying to be your friend because I was crazy in love with your brother. So, I sipped. Continue reading

Us #amwriting


Thank you as always to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers. If you’d like to join, please click here to read the instructions and add your contribution.

And, I hate to add this qualification, but I’m on vacation and while I will try to read everyone’s contribution, I apologize if it’s not in a timely manner.


You and me. Us.

Are there any stronger words? Two against all! You and me forever!

We huddled in that slight crevice, time and time again. You despised going home, especially on Fridays when your Dad’s paycheck bought liters of cheap gin and an ugly anger that marked bruises on your pretty face.

And me, my home was a sarcophagus, cold, where my parents stole to their own caves, not acknowledging me or each other.

You and me, us, holding hands, reprieve.

Us lasted a long time.

Until time threaded its skeletal fingers around your wrist stealing you away.

end 8/12/2017

Sascha Darlington


Let’s Have Coffee (or Tea)! #amwriting #weekendcoffeeshare




Pull up a chair, have a cup of coffee, or tea. I’m having PG Tips right now and will be examining my caffeine intake. More on the reasons for that below. Continue reading

Carry On


You would never have guessed that I would be the one carrying your banner long after you’d gone. But I’ve always been the one to feel too much and wish too much and dream too much and miss people long after, when others have moved on their faces directed forward. I never knew your dreams, but maybe they’ll interweave with mine and carry on just the same. There will be peace when we’re done.

end 4/21/2017

S. Darlington

Gone #NaPoWriMo #amwriting


I dreamed of you planning for next year, a dream of chaos and darkness, but you stood firm, your dark eyes laughed, your voice kindled with throaty joy, but when my eyes opened you were still gone and my thoughts circled: if only.

end 4/20/2017

S. Darlington

A Year

A year ago today

she wrote

hope you are having a really good birthday

hope you are well

lots of love



I wish she were here

I wish I had known

that people will not always be

that all of the seconds accumulate into minutes and hours and days and years

and that sometimes

they decide to shorten

the moments.


I wish I had known

a year ago

that lots of love

would be

the last thing

I heard from her


I wish I had known

we can’t hold onto

ones who wish not to stay


I wish I had known

words hidden in words

and could decipher meanings

between lines of the simplest echoes

and that wanting and holding

cannot make one stay

end 3/9/2017

S. Darlington


It’s not in this world, it’s in the parallel universe, where people are good and say things they mean and are not mean, where you are, wonderful and happy, sipping your rum and coke and your laughter throbs for the ages and you are happy. Beautiful down to your toes, and it is your laughter, your hearty sexy laugh that lives.

Much love always.


afraid you will be nothing

In this wordless sorrow

I cling to scorching memories

You hurt me, intentionally, unintentionally

You were a substance unknown

I retracted like a stilted flower

You loved, I think

I loved, I know

You hid in liquid substance

Me too, but only sometimes

Convenient, to numb

You threw out anger

You maimed

The next day you apologized

But it remained

A few years passed

Bitterness persisted

What do we do now

What do we do

I listen in the calling of the wind

For answers to something you sought

Afraid that you will be nothing

Even passed

If someone doesn’t hear.


end 1/21/2017

S. Darlington



This world feels emptier without you. The echoing years, walking through time, without your raucous laugh, your sarcastic wit, your rich laughing brown eyes. All of forever days without you. When you planned, did you understand the hole you’d leave?


S. Darlington