Tag: writing

  • 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  I had started my life adventurous and had slowly withdrawn into myself.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…

  • Losing

    Truth will set you free  What will you lose if it does?  Love? Comfort? Yourself? 

  • Not For a Second

    I stood backstage and watched the play.  Until this very show, I thought I had done the right thing, gone down the right path, but now I wasn’t so sure.  I had believed Derek when he told me things were going to change, but we were now ten weeks into the show and everything was…

  • No One Saw Her

    “I know she was here.  I tracked her phone and she is here.  Let me in!”  I knew I was almost screaming, but I was on the verge of being completely hysterical.  I knew my sister was inside.  Either by choice or she had been forced to come in.  Forced to stay.  I was opening…

  • Leaving

    He left me for cash  Money I didn’t know I   Was saving for him 

  • Footprints

    When I saw the muddy footprints crossing the newly mopped kitchen floor, I was initially furious.  But when I saw the message on the wall, I thought I was hallucinating.  My neighbor had departed from this life six months before and I had yet to fully accept his death.  But the message had to be…

  • Playground

    Where is everyone?  They went to the park to play  Run, jump, swing and slide 

  • West

    Wagon wheels turning  Dust flying into thin air  Blowing westerly 

  • Migration

    I knew the migration would happen as soon as Mr. Walsh walked into the classroom.  My only hope was he had gotten the letter and had headed for the hills.  But either he didn’t get the letter or he didn’t care.  Only I knew what he did and what was coming for him.  I knew…