a sigh at sunset
the day’s challenge a standoff
our future unknown
the winter sun glows
fire and ice caught in the gleam
and the day lingers

Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
a sigh at sunset
the day’s challenge a standoff
our future unknown
the winter sun glows
fire and ice caught in the gleam
and the day lingers

Staring out the window, I search for the final line of my verse.
Through the looking glass
Beyond the land of wonder
Alice …?
Alice cries for home? Alice mourns for me?
I need to move away from the glass. I can’t focus. Every sound, any little movement, and I’m sure it’s her. Finally. Home for the holidays. She said she’s not interested, but she’s just confused. I can change her mind. Explain things. Show her my words. Convince her she’s meant to be with me. Mine. Forever.
Then it comes to me. The perfect ending:
Alice dies for love.
(100 words)

PHOTO PROMPT ©Yvette Prior
Esther’s Writing Prompt (GLASS) immediately brought Alice in Wonderland to mind and then the Friday Fictioneers photo skewed Wonderland into an even creepier space.
in the dead of night
seduced by a false prophet
time’s veil falls again

This is my ode to the horror of the November “fall back” time change. It messes up my sleep and it really does get dark by 4:30pm. ARGGG! Thanks to Yvette and Tanka Tuesday for the inspiration to vent.
strength through unity
ideas arrest injustice
words to remember
when faith in cruelty plagues
resist the urge to escape

Creating a verse for the Sunday Whirl has become my favorite Sunday thing! Thanks.

fancy a cuppa
in my jim jams with a nosh
then Bob’s your uncle

Apologies for the possible misuse of phrases. My entire British vocabulary comes from my addiction to BritBox and Acorn TV. I’m currently binge watching Vera and waiting impatiently for the newest series of Midsomer Murders! Thanks to RDP for giving me the excuse to say “fancy a cuppa.” I just wish I could have squeezed in a “pet” or a “love.”