Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

but, still (or the magic door)

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?”

magic-door

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?

Haiku & Other Poetry, tutto e niente

swirling hope

as the colors swirl

we contemplate the morrow

upwelling with hope

image-2Photo credit to Ian Dooley-Unsplash

Trying the positivity thing again! Thanks to Ronovan Writes for the challenging haiku words: morrow and surge. (I subbed in upwelling for surge.) And thanks to Sadje’s WDYS Challenge for a truly hopeful photo inspiration.