Tag: writing

  • Sink

    Meaningless banter  Equilibrium upset  Sinking like the moon 

  • Dull

    As I rack my brain  Remembering life with you.  Now cold.  Sullen.  Done. 

  • Creation

    On the eve of my art show – the art show that would decide the rest of my life – I saw a ghost.  Or at least the closest thing to a ghost as I could get.  Donnie had disappeared from my life two days before we were to get married.  Disappeared without a word…

  • Ed

    When the horse jumped the fence  He said “Why so dense?”  His name was Ed  He wanted a new bed  The only thing that made any sense. 

  • Moving On

    Stranded without my  Lifeline.  Teetering.  Empty.  How do I move on? 

  • Shining

    PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook  The bright sun told me he was there.  That he was watching.  A promise kept, but more often than not, it was a promise broken.  My uncle said he would always be here for me.  Would always have my back.  But now, I only felt his presence when the sun…

  • The Fight

    “It was horrific.  The worst.  Like I couldn’t believe what I saw.”  The longer Jennifer went on about the fight, the easier it was to tune her out.  I wondered how long she could talk about a fight and still be interested.  Henderson and Max had gotten into a verbal confrontation – Max threw one…

  • Broken

    Part of me broke the day Liam drove away.  It was part heartbreak, but mostly shame.  If I hadn’t accidentally spilled his secret, he and his family wouldn’t be moving away.  It had to have been me that spilled be the beans, but I wasn’t sure when I had done it.  I am positive I…

  • Risking an Open Heart

    Broken hearts had made me nervous from an early age.  I had started my life adventurous and had slowly withdrawn into myself.  Always safe herself and an erstwhile hypochondriac, my mother played a major role in my withdrawal into myself.  I knew she meant well, but her adamant desire for safety trumped my desires for…

  • Downpour

    PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot  Looking out the window at the constant downpour, I knew I had made the right decision.  George would never be able to follow me in the rain as he could if the sun was shining brightly.  I needed to get as far away from London as I could, as fast…