She’s Probably Some Writer Now
She’d made a cave
lit with hanging crystals
glistening from her
home hearth’s fire
And soon an altar
in the radiance
she prayed each day
is subject to change
even some realities
but still and all
Another installment of Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. 100 words or so based on the image below. Click on the lil frog icon (after this piece) and come join us!
This is another Sissy and Buck piece. He’s just been discharged from a mental healthcare facility.
At The Lake
Those that come should know what came before. Before traffic jams and office buildings peeked out between the pines. When Redwood trees and stately blue herons guarded Norway Lake. When everything seemed to be eternal and blissfully perfect.
“Don’t think of all that now, honey.” Sissy cuddled into Buck’s embrace.
Buck had just been discharged from St. Jude’s Mental Health. They were standing on the lake’s shore. It wasn’t really in Norway. It was simply a lake with a small finger of land coming from its center.
“I’m so afraid.” Buck held Sissy tighter against him.
“What can I do?”
(If interested, more of Sissy and Buck can be found here: When There Wasn’t Much Left – most were written for Friday Fictioneers)
PHOTO PROMPT Copyright- The Reclining Gentleman
In my mind this is true
that I love you
than I have ever loved before.
All Caught Up
You are more beautiful to me
than any other part
of life could ever be.
We don’t have to see things eye to eye.
I have that old brown sepia view
shadowed with nostalgia.
have that crisp new
I think I love you
best of all
when you catch me
with one of your
Another installment of Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. 100 words or so based on the image below. Come join us!
The Middle Years
Once she’d found the final perfectly smoothed stone, and had placed it onto the narrow cypress board, Irene stepped back a bit. She liked the way the stones blended with, yet protected, the delicate shells.
“It’s an omen,” she told Hugh as she leaned the collection against a rustic figure she’d constructed earlier.
“Good or bad?” Hugh asked.
“I don’t know. Makes a good color scheme for the bathroom remodel though. Don’t you think?”
Irene smiled. “Of course!”
The next morning, Hugh and Irene went blueberry picking. At mid-day they lay down, near the stream, to dream again.
photo prompt © Douglas M. MacIlroy
“…Fairies have to be one thing or the other, because being so small they unfortunately have room for one feeling only at a time. They are, however, allowed to change, only it must be a complete change…” J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan
Can you imagine? As though life hadn’t already dealt you a difficult enough hand, you’re on the school bus one day and a group of Taliban men barge the bus and shoot you in the head and kill many of your school friends. You’re 15 and an advocate for education for girls/children. You’re life is forever changed and you receive the Nobel Peace Prize two years later. That’s what the expression ‘God isn’t finished with me yet’ means. So amazing. Such a beautiful young woman. Such a great quote!
And what a fantastic person shares the award this year – Kailash Satyarthi…a child rights activist working to free children from slavery.
“These children have been in bondage ever since the time they can remember. Liberty for them is an unfamiliar word. They don’t know what it is like to be “free.” (Kailash Satyarthi)