Resolute they wait
Imprisoned in time and space
Anticipating

Thanks to Sue for the photo inspiration. Find details on her #writephoto challenge and other interpretations here.
Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
Resolute they wait
Imprisoned in time and space
Anticipating

Thanks to Sue for the photo inspiration. Find details on her #writephoto challenge and other interpretations here.
Mom always hated grandma’s house.
She complained constantly. “It’s like living in a funeral parlor. Flowers everywhere and all that ridiculously ugly gold crap. Hideous!”
Thankfully. Gran refused to change a thing.
Everything was old and kinda tacky but real. That’s what made it special. Her too. She was my safe place. A counter to mom’s incessant need to keep up with whatever was trending while claiming she was “keeping it real.”
So when I came home and found her cradling gran’s favorite gilded roses to her chest. I knew. I’d be keeping it real now. Like it or not.

Written for Friday Fictioners. Thanks for the photo Rochelle.
Get more info and link to other Friday Fictioner stories here.
Six years. No wins. But now it was Frank’s turn. Ten days building alliances. Then a little misdirection. That’s all. It wasn’t cheating. It wasn’t! Real Road fans didn’t need directions to Sprague’s Super Service. He’d be wearing that Route 66 Scavenger Hunt Crown by day’s end!
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Written for Twittering Tales and dedicated to Ryburn’s Place at Sprague’s Super Center
my heart is willing
as it drums a feisty beat
but woe fills my mind

This little ditty was written for Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 124 #SynonymsOnly
This week’s words are game (willing and feisty) and trouble (woe). Find the rules here.
again we say yes
vowing our love till the end
and promise I do

This is dedicated to my partner of 33 years and counting. He is my rock and he has my heart.
And thanks for the word inspiration to Ronovan Writes.