Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
Dreams for tomorrow.
Fingertips tracing my face
with child like wonder.
Love growing in the pauses
as our hearts beat together.
Thanks for the inspiration to Linda’s JusJoJan Challenge (fingertips) and to Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge (child / grow).
seeking to avoid
an unchosen destiny
she slips through the gap
like a whisper in the night
a bounded servant no more
I love cemeteries. A recent visit to the historic Oaklawn Cemetery in Tampa inspired thoughts about escaping an unwanted destiny; whether that fate is death or something else is up to the reader to decide.
But, here’s hoping that 2021 offers some respite from 2020.
Thanks also to Linda’s JusJoJan Challenge word (servant) and to Fandango’s FOWC word (avoid) for giving me added fuel for my vague thoughts.
Negative vibes deleted. Love magnet available.
Thanks to the Saturday Six Word Story Prompt (delete) and Linda’s SoCS Challenge (magnet) for today’s inspiration.
Yesterday beckons
A promise cloaked in red, still
Autumn days wither
Image credit; Shche- Team @ Unsplash
Thanks to Sadje’s WDYS Challenge for the inspiration.
Some days were better than others. He’d leave the house. Buy groceries. Walk in the park. Feed the squirrels. Try to go on without her.
But most days were bad. On those days he’d stay in bed. Thinking only of her. Hurting as badly as he had that first day without her.
And then there was today. The anniversary of that terrible day. 365 days of pain. And planning. Now it was time.
He imagined them. Walking hand-in-hand on the boardwalk. Oblivious to his pain.
Reaching into his bag, he smiled. Today was going to be a better day.
Photo Prompt © Roger Bultot
I swear this started out as a sweet story but at about word 63, it turned … well, I’ll let y’all be the judge and end it for yourselves. What’s he reaching for?
Thanks, as always, to Rochelle’s Friday Fictioners Challenge for providing inspiration.
Tina Stewart Brakebill 