FF: Open … Slowly

Open … Slowly She used to believe in love, in a white knight savior on a horse. Time came and stole her sweetness, tore off her aging petals, taught her better. Years went by. Mighty oaks rose and fell. The river changed its ancient course, drifting slowly closer- The rosebush’s trembling leaves awake. A single […]

FF: I Only Have Eyes For You

This is my entry for Friday Fictioneers, led as always by the inimitable Rochelle Wisoff-Fields .  To read more stories or to submit your own, click on the dancing frog. By the way, loving the dancing frog…. I’ve been away for a while. Good to be back and to see if anything – things have […]

Widow Dies Alone

PHOTO PROMPT © Ceayr CLICK ZE FROG, S’IL  VOUS PLAIT When they found her, she wore a white wedding dress, the last remains of a memory. Amanda McKinnon, age 90, used to give out candy to all the kids in the neighborhood. In exchange, all she ever asked was polite conversation and company. Then, the […]

Campfire Fun: Friday Fictioneers

PHOTO PROMPT © Anshu Bhojnagarwala get the InLinkz code “That’s not even scary,” Nicky said, leaning back away from the crackling campfire. Tall and thin, he wore his lanky hair in a bun. “There’s no such thing as werewolves,” Amanda agreed. Comfy in t-shirt and jeans, she had decent meat on her bones.. From their […]

Friday Fictioneers: Snow Globe Life

Snow Globe Life Looking out at you, I know you don’t see me, and that’s fine. My smile never ends, my feet forever frozen mid-twirl on the faux-ice in a make-believe rink. Long ago, months ago, you last shook my world, raining tiny grains of white. When you first got me, I was the shiny […]

Who Came Up With This?

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll get the InLinkz code Who Came Up With This? Way back so long ago people hadn’t invented calendars yet, two brothers came up with this great idea: we will fight each other, and people will pay us money to watch us. Unfortunately, they couldn’t seem to agree on who […]

Love You Less

  Love You Less I arrive home early from work to find candles burning, romantic music, rose petals strewn across our hardwood floor. What? You were never this romantic. The sounds draw me to our bedroom, to you half-dressed with my best friend. “Loves me not, I guess.” You look up from kisses, drowsy with […]