Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
It was so white. How could that be? Her eyes searched the bed for telltale signs beyond the humps and wrinkles. But she could find nothing. The more she stared, the hazier it all became. Whitewashing her memory till she was convinced. It was just a dream. Not a terrible mistake.
280 characters
Written for Twittering Tales # 125 and inspired by Jay Mantri’s photo.
Find the rules and read other great takes on the photo at Kat’s blog available here.
Not willing to stop
I carve my name on your heart
Beginning anew
Written for Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge. These week’s synonyms only words are origin (beginning / anew) and write (carve.) Read the rules and find links to other great submissions here.
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!
279 characters
Written for Twittering Tales and dedicated to Ryburn’s Place at Sprague’s Super Center
Tina Stewart Brakebill 