Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
I was only supposed to wrangle until it was time to head off to school. But then I met Evetta. What can I tell ya? You can’t beat love inside the three rings.
Thanks to Sammi’s Challenge to use the word WRANGLE in a 33 word story and to Linda’s SoCS Challenge to use the word RING. They gave me the opportunity to write about my odd love for the Lady Clown (AGAIN!)
young love grows weary
his touch turning icy hot
as their paths diverge
Thanks to Your Daily Word Prompt for DIVERGE and to Putting My Feet in the Dirt for the wonderful phrase ICY HOT.
Susan felt like a fool. It was 1977 not 1957. My god, she was a liberated woman! How could she fall for his line?
Stupid!
But, still, she stayed. Remembering. Champagne. His voice in her ear. “I can’t tell you where I’m going but meet me here on Christmas Eve.”
Stupid!
Did she think she was Deborah Kerr in some kind of Hollywood movie? She should go.
Stupid!
But, still, she stayed. Remembering. Laughter. Sparkling blue eyes. “This’ll be our magical place.”
Stupid!
But, still, she stayed. Waiting. Till she heard those whispered words: “Hey beautiful. Is this seat taken?”
Photo prompt courtesy of Dale Rogerson
These 100 hopeful words were written for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioners Challenge.
Was it in her head or did he come through the magical doors?
your touch, tremoring
a mirror in snowy light
our love, reflected
Thanks to Fandango’s FOWC for the opportunity to indulge my love for Stevie Nicks and Fleetwood Mac.
Our blues turn azure
imagining the future
Anticipation
Image credit: Evan Clark@Unsplash
Feeling a bit of hope this week. Thanks to Sadje’s WDYS Challenge for giving me a chance to articulate it.
Tina Stewart Brakebill 