FF: Left. Over.

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz Click the frog for adventures in literature! In her haste to leave a note on her way to work, Laura broke her husband’s heart. She meant to tell him this: The food at Charlie’s last night was terrible, but there’s left overs in the fridge. Between the mostly torn notepad paper and […]

Letter to God: Cryptic Much?

Hi again who or whatever you are, Yes, some days be like that. I’m mostly writing now because that last one ended on a cryptic note. To be about as clear as stained glass, I’m not talking about my relationship with your son anymore. Because, reasons. Also, I really didn’t – and still don’t know […]

Letter to God: You Had Me at Murder Hornets

Hi again God, I was going to take the rest of the day off, but I keep thinking: you had me at murder hornets. Here’s how I found about the murder hornets from China, as You will recall. First, one friend said something about the murder hornets from China. I told her to stop believing […]

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 […]

Zebra

Zebra What’s black and white and red all over? That’s right: me. Note to self. Do not fall asleep where little sister can get to you. Further note to self. Two words: permanent marker. Correction, make that three words: permanent, marker, and revenge.   This is my last post for the A-Z Challenge! Hope everyone […]

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 […]