The fog seemed to cling to the stones gritty surface, a cushion for the rocks hard exterior. The sun was playing games with the heavy air, reflecting bits of light off the suspended air droplets making one squint at the spectacle. I pulled off my red flats, laying them carefully beside the first stone to … Continue reading Dance~ #writephoto
Found at: https://mjshorts.blog/2020/05/03/sundays-mini-saga-challenge/#comment-34324 Every Wednesday at twelve o’ clock Our paintings came to life, and how we gawked The paint heavy, it seeped low I told my husband we needed a row He replied, what should we do? I haven’t a clue. Well, he said, I guess it’s time we bought that canoe.
Pouting Petals This is in response to the April Writing Prompts found at: https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2020/04/01/april-writing-prompts-3/ “Stop pouting for crying out loud.” Leonard gazed out the large bay window facing the southern garden. “For crying out loud? You’re kidding me Leonard.” “Sorry that was ill placed verbiage, my apologies. It’s merely a thunderstorm! It’ll be gone by … Continue reading Pouting Petals
This story is in response to the November Speculative Fiction Prompt found here. The sound of an incessant drip continued to echo throughout the underground corridor as I continued forward, backpack strapped to my shoulders and my high heals in hand. I stopped caring long ago that the stiletto snapped in half as I ran … Continue reading The Cooridor
My hands were sweaty, the friction beginning to loosen between my palms and the metal bannister that separated me from the tall men perched below. I tried to readjust my body by rotating my legs, but my arm muscles staunchly protested, my hands slipping another inch. I held my breath and tried to concentrate on … Continue reading My Secret Talent
"It's just one of those things, May." "Driving out to the desert with a six pack and some popcorn?" May noted, eye brow raised. "Well that too, but no... having a break-up ritual. It's a must." Spencer fluffed her hair with a comb she's had since the eighties. "Greg n' I were only together five … Continue reading Lipstick and Kerosene #writephoto