I was beguiled by his smile. What a miraculous find. Strolling along life’s promenade, Thankfully, I am his, and he is mine. But real love isn’t magic! You have to work every day To keep the joy and peace alive By the things you do and don't say. Offer a cup of gentleness, Give much... Continue Reading →
Someone had been leaving fresh flowers every day on his wife’s grave, and Roger was determined to find out who and why. It wasn’t that he didn’t recognize that others had loved her, but he needed to understand what this daily homage meant. Had his wife taken a lover, and he was too busy working to... Continue Reading →
Someone added Tabasco sauce to Janie's collard greens. It was invisible because they stirred it in. Â Muffling her screams, she stood up quickly, her arms windmilling. She needed milk to nurse the pain. With a milk moustache, she walked back into the dining room like a spider looking for her prey and asked who had... Continue Reading →
Defenestration was long overdue. Our boss couldn’t lead a horse to water to drink. Yet she believes she is superior to us, But she doesn’t have enough brains to actually think. She joyfully took credit for other people’s work, Declared that as our boss, our ideas belong to her. Everyone is as blue as an... Continue Reading →
It had never entered Richard’s mind that his son was not his own blood. As he watched Aiden wake from the coma, Richard felt such gratefulness that their prayers had been answered. He was still seriously shaken to discover that the child he loved dearly was not his biological son, as he had thought. His... Continue Reading →
Regina held his hand, staring at Douglas, a special sweetheart of a pirate who’d captured her heart. She’d placed a padlock there after surviving the pain of men with sugar-coated lips of deception. But he made public declarations of her value to him, playful yet serious.  Thankfully, she saw he was different. Written for the... Continue Reading →
Why shouldn’t they help themselves, after the way they’d been treated? Alex didn’t think it was a good idea for Cathy and him to take what they wanted, just because it was handy, and it seemed no one was around to stop them. It wouldn’t be helpful in maintaining some semblance of a relationship with... Continue Reading →
Surely the color of our lipstick should be a private matter. But be careful if your shade to wear is a wonderful bright red. It’s like a neon sign that announces your most erotic desires, And the more generous the layer, the more hate you must dread. The negative talk about women’s bad reputations seems... Continue Reading →
Rodin's "The Kiss," Rodin Museum, Paris, 2024 Love is a journey so sweet. It blooms when honor is present. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt #450 from Sammi Cox: Sweet in 12 words exactly. The Fandango One Word Challenge prompt is Honor. Ragtag Daily Prompt is Bloom. Copyright ©All posts on my blog, Help... Continue Reading →
Here’s a brief synopsis of our swamp, Where the octogenarians rule in this clinic for seniors. Wearing bargain dungarees, they insist on noodles, But we seventy-somethings want rice but have no interveners. Day after day, we eat food we hate, All because the others were born first. But in ten years, we’ll be the oldest,... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 