Kyle had simpered at Juliet more than once, which made her a little uncomfortable. She began to do her best to avoid him at work. She didn't know what was the origin of his infatuation with her, for they had never spent many hours together. But, she didn't think that he was a crank, for... Continue Reading →
Carson pulled at his neck tie as the air became heavy with organ music and she approached clouded in white. Feeling as though he were about to suffocate was an indication that he didn't want to marry Allison, or anyone else, for that matter. But, maybe it was too late, as he watched Allison seem... Continue Reading →
With boldness, John split from the rest of the group, finally refusing be a party to their inability to accept different points of view. He wandered across the moor, enjoying a rare moment alone. He had thought that there was nothing better than being constantly surrounded by people who believed the lessons he had been... Continue Reading →
The old you held me. I am orphaned while you live. I'll say goodbye now. Written for Heeding Haiku with Cheverefeuille. The prompt for this week is dementia, a difficult subject to experience and write on.
Julia walked up from the sea, exploring other parts of the city. She came upon an interesting neighborhood, with a cast of characters unlike anyone she had ever met. They moved with slow gestures, not in a hurry to complete their tasks and move on to something else, which was the story of her life.... Continue Reading →
Written for the Sunday Writing Prompt from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie, October 6, 2019. The prompt is Ugly Words, and it is described as a time to scream, a chance to be speak and be heard on something you have chosen to remain silent on, even though it hurts you. This is my take. I am susceptible... Continue Reading →
My husband, Douglas, is frugal. That is a great way of saying that he is cheap. He will not pay full price for anything, even, to my utter embarrassment, haggling with people at garage sales! So, it is no surprise that he loves a sale. The problem is that he buys so many things on... Continue Reading →
I heard him before I saw him, and, even after 50 years, I knew that this night would not be as conflict free as I had hoped. He had been the king of trash talk at our high school, always calling people ugly names, trying to be seen as tough. But, I had learned in... Continue Reading →
Stormy weather days. Seems like sunny days won't come. But storms always pass. Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille by Mindlovemisery's Menagerie: stormy weather.
Pause from busyness. Your world needs you whole and hale. Rest your tired body. Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefueille from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie: pause.
Help from Heaven 