We want to hide them, tuck them away with our guilty conscience. They are the cracks in our flawlessness, evidence of mistakes we made, impulses overtaking our rational minds. A reminder of a time we'd rather forget, a relationship gone sour, a stranger getting too close or health that deteriorated. It is the past reaching … Continue reading Scars Series
Black dust stained her fingers where they trailed along the charred remains of a school desk.
Few people peppered the diner. Candy preferred it this way. Quiet and intimate. She slid into a booth by the window, checked her watch.
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook The red silk dress clung to her curves. From the hip down it hung straight to the floor. That was important. Red was not her colour. If she could choose; mauve or rose. Soft and undemanding of attention. All eyes would be on her in this shade. She sighed. She'd make … Continue reading Red silk
#StoryWords is a challenge hosted by Richelle Renae (aka @Richelle_Renae) where participants tweet in 140 characters a line using the word provided for that day. It ran the entire month of April. At the end of the month, the tweets should form a story. It was very challenging to write within the word constraints. Armed with only … Continue reading #StoryWord Challenge: My experience
Shona pulled up her collar. A fine mist gathered around the group, complicit in their betrayal.
For fifteen years everything was perfect. Perfect and safe. Nothing could go wrong, and nothing ever did. Her life was cast from a flawless mould, with no heartache and few surprises. Until yesterday.
He walked right in, tiny and black. Meowing right and left he greeted my receptionist, the people waiting to see me and strolled on.
Cape Town, 1963 Omar clutched the rails of the SS Trekker, peered down on the bustle of people below.
Photo prompt provided by Louise with The Storyteller's Abode. Thank you Louise! The colours drew him into another world and he was lost. Lost in the most beautiful of escapes. The painting was exquisite. The subtle touches of light against dark, the soft brush strokes conveying the tone of the entire painting; tranquility. The … Continue reading A hidden heirloom
I creep upward, gripping the slippery black dome. Out of view and hidden. In case some screeching human sees fit to swat me to allay their fears.