Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
Sometimes the simplest choices have profound meaning.
Inspiration thanks to Linda’s SoCs word prompt “choices” and to Soul Searcher’s challenge to tell a story in six words using the prompt “sugar.”
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Florida Winter
A Desire So Elusive
Fifty-nine Brings Joy
So we begin this years Just Jot January. Thanks Linda!
Our prompt for JusJoJan January 2nd, 2020, is “a picture you’ve taken in the last week.” If you don’t want to share the photo itself, talk about it. If you haven’t taken any photos, talk about a moment you wish you had. Have fun!
Full disclosure: The photo of the temperature (in Fahrenheit) was taken by my hubby–braving the freezing cold! The coffee / blanket pic is a selfie documenting my blissful enjoyment of hot coffee and the need for a blanket! And for those of you who may be worried about the potential for frostbite, no need. It’s currently 79 degrees (feels like 82). Winter’s a rare beast here in the south lands. I don’t miss the frigid wind chills or snow of Illinois but I do love the occasional brisk day! Hopefully we’ll get a few more 🙂
Birth and death unite
A solitary cocoon
Ashes to ashes
Thanks to Ronovan Writes for a great challenge that made me think AND reminded me of one of my fave songs.
Oh David Bowie, how I love you!!
Silence, music for an introvert’s soul.
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Holidays got me like …
Thanks to 6WSP for easing me back into things!
Flashback post for Fandango’s Flashback Friday
I’d noticed the lights when I left the motel. They never got closer. But they also never dropped back. It was like we were attached by an invisible static line. I told myself I was being paranoid but a line from that movie he loves kept running through my mind.
“Who are those guys”?
Except I knew who it was. It had been two days since I escaped. I thought I was ok. Even stopped to sleep for a few hours before getting back on the road before dawn. But then those damn lights appeared. Nearly 24 hours later and they were still there.
I must be wrong. There’s no way he could have found me. But what if he did. He said he’d kill me if I ever left. I can’t go back. I won’t go back. Those lights felt like his eyes. Glowering. Raging. Unblinking.
I will not go back.
As the bridge loomed ahead, another line ran through my mind.
“The fall’ll probably kill ya.”
And then the lights went out.
(174 words)
Written and inspired by FFfAW ‘s photo prompt (provided by Jodi McKinney) with a little help from Butch Cassidy & the Sundance Kid.
And remember, domestic violence is NOT just a story or a piece of flash fiction. If you are in danger, please use a safe computer to access info at https://nnedv.org/ or call 911, a local hotline, or the U.S. National Domestic Violence Hotline at 1-800-799-7233 and TTY 1-800-787-3224.
Tina Stewart Brakebill 