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Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

letting go

Tina Stewart Brakebill

“Well, that’s that,” Joe said as he reached for my hand. Staying silent, I let the distance between us widen.

Trying again, Joe confidently declared: “It’s the best thing for him.”

“Don’t spew that party line crap at me! This isn’t how things were supposed to go.”

“For heaven’s sake, Lisa, it’s a day cruise for singles! You’re not launching him onto an ice float to die!”

“I’ll be sure to remind you of that when it’s your mum’s turn.”

“What … no … she … hrmph.”

Magnanimous in victory, I grabbed his hand. “I know. Letting go is hard.”

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Thanks for the photo inspiration to Rochelle’s Friday Fictioners

Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

Screaming into the Void

Tina Stewart Brakebill

She had hurdled headfirst into the belly of the beast, but she wasn’t scared. Instead, she had felt strong, like an avenging angel, cutting through the hype like a flaming sword of justice. She was not a hater! She had just wanted to introduce some balance, but now she was scared. It was like screaming into the void. Nobody messed with Taylor and got out alive.   

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Just for the record, I’m a Taylor Swift fan. But … sometimes ya gotta speak truth to power 😉

Thanks to GirlieOnTheEdge (Balance) and Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (Belly) for today’s inspiration.  

Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!
FOWC with Fandango — Belly
Haiku & Other Poetry, History, tutto e niente

Friendship as a Metaphor

Tina Stewart Brakebill

Not the time or place

Friendship as a metaphor

A true love denied

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“Sappho and Erinna in a Garden at Mytilene,” was painted by Simeon Solomon. As a gay Jewish artist living in Victorian England, his work was almost lost to history.  Solomon, who was associated with the 19th century Pre-Raphaelite movement, had his career cut short when he was arrested twice for same-sex liaisons with men (in 1873 and 1874), at the apogee of his fame, and it tragically changed the course of his life.

After his prosecutions he no longer exhibited, although it was still collected by a select few. In 1884, he was admitted to the workhouse where he continued to produce work, but his life and talent were blighted by alcoholism. Twenty years later in 1905, he died from complications brought on by his alcoholism. He was buried at the Jewish Cemetery in Willesden.

Thanks to Linda Hill’s JusJotJan challenge for the inspiration to share this piece of history.

LOVE IS LOVE!

Haiku & Other Poetry, tutto e niente

a new year comes to florida

Tina Stewart Brakebill

Shooting guns.

Exploding stars.

Drunken girls scream woo!

Another downtown Saturday night?  

Or the sounds of new year’s mo(u)rn?

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Photo by Saeed Khokhar on Pexels.com

Thanks to Fake Flamenco’s New Years Challenge which asked us to “write about what the new year means to you.. We will write 5–7 lines of free verse for either subject.”

And to Linda Hill’s JusJotJan challenge I admit I cheated a little and used “stars” instead of constellation. The rhythm got me 😉

Visit their sites for further info and great writing. And Happy New Year y’all.

Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

Red is Definitely My Color

Tina Stewart Brakebill

I was never a “convertible person.” Hot in the summer. Cold in the winter. Buggy. Windy. Nope. Not for me.

But … I had to admit, I looked good. Red was definitely my color.

A horn blasted and I shifted my gaze to the truck also reflected in the store window. Resisting the urge to flip them off, I meekly waved. They roared past me, blasting exhaust.

As that rumble faded, the sound from the trunk grew louder. Time to get back to the task at hand.

I indulged in one last look. Yes. Red definitely was my color.

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Thanks to Carrot Ranch 99 Word Story for the inspiration.