Tag: lovers

Haiku & Other Poetry, History, tutto e niente

seduction

Tina Stewart Brakebill

longing for a mash

flirtation becomes romance

seduction as art

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Elizabeth Jane Gardner Bouguereau, La Confidence, c. 1880, oil on canvas mounted on aluminum, 68 x 47 1/8 in. Georgia Museum of Art, University of Georgia. Original gift of Mr. George Seney to the Lucy Cobb Institute, Athens, GA. GMOA 00.67. Courtesy of American Federation of Arts.

As a women’s historian and an avid reader, I’ve always loved the 19th century use of this word. So thanks to Linda’s SoCS Challenge for the chance to use my FAVORITE slang definition of “mash.”

  • noun
    • a flirtation or infatuation.
    • a flirt; sweetheart; lover.
  • verb (used with object)
    • to flirt with; court the affections of.
Haiku & Other Poetry, tutto e niente

the night before you left (a tanka)

Tina Stewart Brakebill

did we dance that night

or only stroll ‘cross the bridge

as the stars grew bright

our path illuminated

but our destiny unknown

image-1-4 Image Credit: Lucas Albuquerque

Thanks for the inspiration to Sadje’s WDYS Challenge and visit the day after you left for this story’s follow up! 

 

Haiku & Other Poetry

thoughts of yesterday (a haiku)

Tina Stewart Brakebill

memories unbound

dusky hunger-sated nights

giving way at dawn

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Image Credit: Lovers by Harry Hollard, 1982

Inspired by the image provided by Mind Love Misery Menagerie’s Photo Challenge and Word Craft Poetry poet’s choice. 

 

Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

a better day

Tina Stewart Brakebill

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.

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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.