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Three days. It had been three days since they delivered the box. Technically, three days, four hours, and 37 minutes. But who’s counting. She knew he was there. The gate squeaked. It had been over two weeks since he’d left. Technically 15 days, three hours, and 22 minutes. But who’s counting. Or 14 days, 21… Continue reading Who’s Counting
secrets locked away a heart forever frozen tarnished memories Thanks to Sue for hosting the #writephoto challenge and for her beautiful photo inspiration.
“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
revealing secrets etched by times past and present the veil has fallen Thanks to Tales from the Mind of Kristian for today's word prompt (fallen) and to Sue for the beautiful photo of partially veiled hills.
the guardians pine for whimsy and wildflowers but duty transcends Thanks to Sue's Write Photo Challenge for the beautiful photo and to Putting My Feet in the Dirt for the lovely phrase "whimsy and wildflowers." Visit them!!
no more comic books or picturing his first shave no more sneaking drinks or pretending not to hear two ten main street is no more Thanks to Fandango for the thought-provoking photo. It reminded me of the sad Covid-19 reality that some things may never come back. Not sure why my mind went to barbershops, but… Continue reading his first barber
never fear they said just follow the path they said no defeat they said straight on to glory they said only whispers now (they said) Perhaps it’s my current state of mind, but the photo brought to mind fallen armies and (for you Tolkien fans) barrow-wights so … here we are. Thanks to Sue for… Continue reading they said
dreaming a new day the sun rises over still life awakening spring Thanks to Sue for a beautifully calm photo. It lifted my spirits. Check her out for more great offerings and the rules of the game.
Apparently this was it: the prison’s law library. One row of ancient books on a rickety cart. Was that smell despair or just mildew? Probably mildew. The stink of despair was coming from—as they say—inside the house. Did they still call it the Big House? Or was that passé? She much preferred that to slammer… Continue reading The Big House
my imprisoned heart consecrated by your love once whole, now broken This broken shard of pottery embellished with (what looks to me like) hearts immediately brought to mind the end of something—love or perhaps even obsession. All things end. Sometimes that’s not a bad thing. And sometimes it is. Take your pick. Thanks to… Continue reading broken heart
