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… Continue reading but, still (or the magic door)

Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

Time

Time has lost all meaning. Had it been one year? Twenty years? One hundred? More? She had stopped trying to count the days long ago. But she had believed--really believed--she'd be able to note the seasons. Hoping to mark the years. Imagining she’d be able to picture their faces as time passed. She had wanted… Continue reading Time

Haiku & Other Poetry, tutto e niente

about last night …

Smickering strangers: A prophesy for shame or     Arbitrary love? Thanks for the flirty inspiration to Fandango (arbitrary) and to Tales from the Mind (smicker)  And for those of you (like myself) that need to know, one of the the definitions of smicker is "to ogle and smile amorously." So go forth and SMICKER! You never know… Continue reading about last night …

Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

Up Up & Away

“Five hundred bucks! You can’t spend that much money on a balloon! It’s crazy.”   “It’s our anniversary babe. No expense spared. Plus I had some money put back. Don’t worry. We’re golden.” It had only been a month but she’d see. It would be perfect! Then she’d say yes. We’d be together forever. I… Continue reading Up Up & Away