Category: tutto e niente

Haiku & Other Poetry, tutto e niente

one phone to rule them …

Tina Stewart Brakebill

The cord stretching tight

“Shut up David it’s my turn”

Giggles and whispers

Beep! Call waiting (no don’t go)

Crying, as he said goodbye  

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Today at NaPoWriMo our prompt asks us to move backwards in time away from such modern contrivances as podcasts and write a poem that features forgotten technology. This immediately brought me back to the days of one phone for the whole family. I have vivid memories of stretching the cord as far as it could possibly go so that I could (just barely) slip behind a door for some quasi privacy. Oh the days …  So thanks for reading my goofy lil’ tanka.

Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

after now

Tina Stewart Brakebill

The view looked like some kind of soulless painting. Beautiful but no signs of life. She used to know the names for artistic stuff like that. Photorealistic, maybe? Hell. It was all apocalyptic now. Unexpectedly, tears blurred her vision. She thought her grief had run its course but seeing those empty chairs. So expectant. So normal. Just waiting for someone with a cup of coffee or a glass of wine.

Closing her eyes, she shut down those thoughts. She was rooftop for recon. Not useless nostalgia. Before was done. It’s after now.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Thanks for the inspiration. Visit Rochelle’s Friday Fictioner for details about joining in the fun. Plus while you’re there, you can read lots of wonderful stories.

Haiku & Other Poetry, tutto e niente

day dreaming delay: a tanka for our times

Tina Stewart Brakebill

day dreaming delay

mind caught in an endless loop

where thoughts are stolen

by fluctuating follies

echoing atrocities

pink clouds
Photo by Luis Quintero on Pexels.com

This (thinly veiled comment on my mind’s status today) contribution to Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday  challenge  (synonyms only-dreaming and thought subbed in for fancy and idea) was helped along by Putting My Feet in the Dirt’s wonderful phrase prompt: fluctuating follies.

Visit them both!

Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

No! Mad!

Tina Stewart Brakebill
tent on shore
Photo by Teemu R on Pexels.com

Smoke. Strong coffee. The sweet grassy smell of evaporating dew. Birds singing as the sun rose. That delicious sense of freedom. And quiet. Not knowing where she’d be tomorrow. Relishing her role as momma’s “little nomad.”  

A tiny but furious voice interrupted her reverie. “No! Mad!”

Shaking off the past, she turned to now. The queen of the “terrible twos” demanded attention. Memory lane would have to wait.

Terrible-Twos

Thanks to Sammi for her prompt (nomad) and the challenge to write a 68 word story. Click here for rules and other takes on the challenge.