to be chaste no more
underneath the blushing moon
as dark brings him nigh
Thanks for the inspiration Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge
Author: Tina Stewart Brakebill
It’s Christmas Time or Memories that Tingle
Sparkling Tinsel
Adorning The Tiniest Tree
A Star Of Tinfoil
Cast From Tinkerbell’s Wand
As The Tin Man Found His Heart
Christmas memories (of Christmas trees, homemade ornaments, Sunday nights with The Wonderful World of Disney, and our annual viewing of The Wizard of Oz) inspired by Linda’s SoCS challenge to use TIN as our prompt.
And by Frank’s Christmas Haiku Challenge
Happy Holidays to all that Celebrate.
Cassie & Nessie (Part II)
I didn’t plan a Part II but when the muse strikes …. You can find the original Cassie & Nessie here.
And now the story continues …
Not for the first time, Liam stared at Cassie and wondered if being in a coma was like dreaming.
Months had passed since they found her floating face-down in the Loch. And still no indication that she was ever going to surface again. Sad? Yes. But, really, probably for the best.
She had spent the past twenty years researching. Believing. And then the story broke.
She had been so angry.
Screaming at him. Accusing him of betraying her for money. Screeching really. It had NOT been attractive. Ugly really.
Earsplitting shrieking. “Nellie’s not a commodity. She’s not for sale!” So obsessed with that damn fish. So worried that the publicity would endanger Nessie.
And now. This.
It would break her heart.
Plus he couldn’t be sure she hadn’t seen him at the Loch that day.
She looked so lovely now. It really would be best if she never surfaced.
Thanks to Crimson’s Creative Challenge for providing the photo by Crispina Kemp. I’m not sure what the photo actually depicts but to me it was poor Nessie’s bones. (And it comes in at a tight 147 words.)
And thanks for additional push to One Daily Prompt (believe)
And of course a big thanks to the original inspiration, a Friday Fictioners challenge from last month and the photo by C.E. Ayr.
Not a Christmas Candle
the flame flickers
seducing the dark corners
temptation with fire
Thanks to Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie for the candle inspiration.
The View
Watching the girl clean was bringing back memories. And looking out over the water didn’t help. It sent her mind back as well. So instead of fighting it, she let the past flood her senses. Tasting the anger and resentment just as she had all those years ago.
Angry that she had been forced to cycle up the hill every day and park her ancient bike next to two barely driven Mercedes. Resentful that the big house had breezes and sea views and fully stocked kitchen when her home had none of that.
But that anger and resentment had fueled her desire. And that desire had worked like magic on the old man. And he was finally gone. Probate had been a bit hairy. But the daughter had finally been convinced that the will was air-tight. The house and the cars and the breeze and the view belonged to her now. Well, to her and her boy.
And now she could smell desire wafting off that girl. She had worked too hard to get here. She was not about to share what was hers with some whore from down the hill. The girl would have to go. One way or another.
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Inspiration for this 200 word piece of Flash Fiction provided by the following:
Photo Credit: Anurag Bakhshi courtesy of Sunday Photo Fiction
With a little help from SoCS Prompt (hairy) and Fandango’s Word of the Day (cycle)
Tina Stewart Brakebill 