Photo from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie My father said that Jack would never make anything of himself, as he spent so much time day-dreaming and little time actually doing. But, I loved sitting in his old goldish brown car listening to his poetry that seemed as sweet as candy hearts full of hugs and kisses. Jack made... Continue Reading →
Photo by La Miko in Pexels. com. Mattie and I sit on the shore alone, Wrapped together to fight the damp. I am content to sit here with her, Before we head back to our camp. All I need is her unconditional love, A pot to cook, and a lamp for some light. No oven... Continue Reading →
As I reread the Easter story this morning, I was struck by the words of the other disciples to Thomas, "We have seen the Lord." Thomas didn't believe them, asserting that he had to actually touch the Lord before he could believe that Jesus was alive. I have had my doubts, too, so I don't... Continue Reading →
From Sharon McCutcheon at Mindlovemisery's Menagerie The prompt is to write about What does soul mate mean to you? for the Sunday Writing Prompt on Mindlovemisery's Menagerie. He calls me his pearl, something extraordinarily beautiful to him. Before him, I hadn't been viewed as beautiful, not even by me. So, each day, I remember to... Continue Reading →
His fake love was eventually revealed. Written for the Saturday Six Word Story Prompt #31 from My Random Ramblings. The prompt this week is Fake.
Most spoke of the low but omnipresent rumble of water, or its dulcet lap against a hull, but that was not how he missed the sea. The doctor had said that one more season on the fishing boat would be his last, so he settled in at home. Although I loved him, he wasn't an... Continue Reading →
Life was a muddle. No hope for a change to come. Then, your love saved me. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt #149 from Sammicribbles: Muddle om 16 words exactly.
Douglas still works part-time at the local home improvement store, and, even though he is in the at-risk age group, his managers insist he must come to work. Because I have a heart condition and I only have half a left lung, my husband decided that we should stay apart in the same house, to... Continue Reading →
I want to one day write short stories, so I thought I would try to pen one here. Any feedback would be appreciated. Sophia picked up the old red lunchbox and was disappointed to see that it looked quite ordinary for an object with supposedly special powers. As she listened to her mother's instructions regarding... Continue Reading →
She looked at the husband, the guy who had stole her heart so many years ago, and she knew that he would always feel like home. Written for the Three Things Challenge #144 from Pensitivity 101: home, guy. look.
Help from Heaven 