biscuits and coffee
I breathe in a memory
the moment captured

Image credit; Angeliki Mikropoulou @ Unsplash
The photo reminded me of my dad. Thanks to WDYS for the inspiration.
Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
biscuits and coffee
I breathe in a memory
the moment captured

Image credit; Angeliki Mikropoulou @ Unsplash
The photo reminded me of my dad. Thanks to WDYS for the inspiration.
Hiding beyond time
The enchanted door awaits
Anticipating

Thanks to Crimson’s Creative Challenge for the magical inspiration.
“Why do you always think the worst of people? Maybe she had some leftover plants and she thought you might like them. Just a generous neighborly gesture.”
Are you really that stupid? Did you not see the pristine white water can? Or read her Next Door “suggestions” about how some people are not doing their part to “beautify” the neighborhood? It’s clearly a declaration of war.
But instead of saying any of those things, I agreed, “Of course, I’m sure you’re right dear. I’ll be sure to thank her.”
Nothing says thank you like a three-ton delivery of manure.

PHOTO PROMPT © Rowena Curtin
Thanks to Rochelle for another great Friday Fictioneers Prompt.
one moment in time
to seize the impossible
and breathe in the now

Thanks to Dverse Poets! and their Leap day poetics challenge.
muttering murmurs
the doors open on the right
light and sound distort
in the moment time stands still
static possibility

I ride the train a lot, so my mind went in many directions but the empty seats strongly evoked the ideas of loss and hope–that liminal moment of unknown. Thanks for the inspiration to Reena’s Xploration Challenge