a mourning dove cries
lamenting the loss of love
still, the sun rises

Thanks for the photo inspiration to Crispina Kemp’s Creative Challenge
Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.

Thanks for the photo inspiration to Crispina Kemp’s Creative Challenge
to defy the dark
I stand on the precipice
heart beating in time
as destiny’s reflection
brightens the murky waters
Image by Michael Bußmann from Pixabay
Thanks for the inspiration to Sue’s Tanka Tuesday Challenge. This is a bit of a companion piece to this morning’s piece for Sadje’s What Do You See challenge: the night before you left.
So visit it as well if you’d like. 🙂
Dreams for tomorrow.
Fingertips tracing my face
with child like wonder.
Love growing in the pauses
as our hearts beat together.

Thanks for the inspiration to Linda’s JusJoJan Challenge (fingertips) and to Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge (child / grow).
Negative vibes deleted. Love magnet available.

Thanks to the Saturday Six Word Story Prompt (delete) and Linda’s SoCS Challenge (magnet) for today’s inspiration.
Some days were better than others. He’d leave the house. Buy groceries. Walk in the park. Feed the squirrels. Try to go on without her.
But most days were bad. On those days he’d stay in bed. Thinking only of her. Hurting as badly as he had that first day without her.
And then there was today. The anniversary of that terrible day. 365 days of pain. And planning. Now it was time.
He imagined them. Walking hand-in-hand on the boardwalk. Oblivious to his pain.
Reaching into his bag, he smiled. Today was going to be a better day.

Photo Prompt © Roger Bultot
I swear this started out as a sweet story but at about word 63, it turned … well, I’ll let y’all be the judge and end it for yourselves. What’s he reaching for?
Thanks, as always, to Rochelle’s Friday Fictioners Challenge for providing inspiration.