Just A Statue

“That’s a bit dark, isn’t it?” Mona screwed her mouth into a pouty knot and grimaced. “Miss Liberty looks like she’s had a few.” “A few what?” asked Lisa. “You know, molto vino.” “Don’t be ridiculous! It’s a statue!” “Whatever … she’s seen better days.” “No doubt.” Mona and Lisa stood together and studied the desolate … More Just A Statue

Staring Out The Window

    ~*~ “Sadie!” Young Sadie, lost in a haze of distracted thought, didn’t hear her name being called and continued to gaze absently through the classroom window toward the woods in the distance. She was looking at nothing in particular. It was an escape. “Sadie Perkins! I’d like to see you outside. … Now!” The double-barrelled … More Staring Out The Window

Go Away!

      ~*~ “What the hell does that even mean?” Cynthia glares at me with raccoon eyes and wails. “What do you know of my pain? My suffering? You who have everything. You think my life can be fixed with empty platitudes? Go away!” She slumps her fashionable thirty-something frame into the sofa and sobs … More Go Away!

As Good As Dead

  This week’s Free Write Friday prompt from Kellie Elmore … You find yourself in the lower level of an old ship. A calendar on the wall says 1682. There is a small window, and the view is nothing but open sea and a setting sun. There is a staircase and you can see daylight at … More As Good As Dead

The Love Nest

Free Write Friday with Kellie Elmore. This house has a story. Tell it. ~*~ I wondered if it would be a mistake to come back; to revisit a memory that is long since buried yet yearns to be resurrected. Yet, here I am. I am not surprised the “Love Nest,” as my gramps used to … More The Love Nest

Again

Free Write Friday with Kellie Elmore. Time and place scenario. You suddenly find yourself standing alone on an unknown sidewalk in an unknown place. It’s night and snowing and the only other person around is walking away from you…. ~*~ Again I’ve been here before In this place Alone. A back turned. Abandoned. A swell … More Again

Sink or Swim

Sink or swim? A choice I, And I alone, Must make. Treading water Tires the more I delay. Clouds of confusion Hover and rain Down their tears Upon these Restless waters That drown My spirit. A dry, distant horizon Hints at light and Beckons, and still I delay. Oops … there’s a shark. ~*~ This … More Sink or Swim

A New Life

Clearing land, you know, it never ends. My land, and then Henry’s down the road. Hard work. Real hard. We came here with our families, see. From the ol’ country. Across the pond in one of them big vessels packed with other hopefuls looking for a new life. We left everything behind that wouldn’t pack … More A New Life