Thoughts on an old home
The lamp shade was stained and brittle from hot bulbs and age. Wallpaper faded and stained, evidenced by bright squares, ghost of past hangings. The ornate oak moldings though dusty,…
The Empty Pitcher Poem
Task 601 Poem for the Empty Pitcher The empty pitcher was on the table Made of glass it was now clear That it once held water is not a fable…
A Trip To Remember
I am not a camping freak like he is but in the spirit of doing things together I agreed to go when he burst out with “Let’s go camping!”. We…
June, My Elephant In The Room
June is a strange month for me. It’s my time for reflection which most people do at the New Year, or birthdays, (especially as we get older). For me it’s…
Be Quiet – A True Story
Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked a bit hesitantly. She said “Be Quiet! You will wake my mother.” I slowly pulled on my dark hooded sweatshirt…
Bad Customers?
A thread on a popular art site recently reminded me of my first ever commission work. A pen and ink portrait.. I was young and loved pen and ink drawing.…
Infertility Grief
You might think that after decades of life changes that the pain would disappear. Working on your marriage and a career should keep your mind so busy that you forget…
The Sauna Was Broken – story by Abbie Shores
Charles pulled up his towel as it threatened to slide to the floor. He grimaced. The problem with a tum was towels didn’t stay up, and he needed braces for…
I’ll be Waiting
This story is from my dream last night….. —— The twins walked through the alley with the bag of shopping they had just purchased from the store. Edith, slender and…
The Cyclone Was Downgraded
Pierre lay down, enjoying the very infrequent sun. He had been having a lovely day meeting old friends, he had a full tummy, he’d drunk quite a lot, and now…
Drip Drip Drip
The finger wiped the top of the mirror and looking at the dust on that finger, the person it belonged to tutted under her breath. She washed her hand under…
Protected: Ignarook – The Troubled Kingdom
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At The End Of The Walk
From my book Into the Dark AT THE END OF THE WALK During the day walkers would park their weary bottoms, slug from water bottles, and then continue up on…
Anger
From my book Into the Dark ANGER They’re talking to me again. They’re smiling and grimacing and shattering my feelings again They say things like, ‘we understand.’ ‘we care.’…
The Visitor
From my book Into the Dark THE VISITOR Hearing a noise she froze, listening, alert. She must not be found here. The boy startled her anew as his nose…
