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
Dad promised that I would love the new city, the new house and my new school. I didn't trust the promises adults made.
They watched her from behind a damaged pillar. She came alone as they instructed her to do.
PHOTO PROMPT© CEAyr Thyleia pushed the magic crystal sphere deeper into her satchel. Her wings were dripping wet, and they felt heavy. Ferris hovered under a broad maple leaf, shielding him from the rain. "Why don't we find shelter?" Ferris called out to her. "We must get the sphere to the gathering of The … Continue reading Maple leaf rock
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson Janna had often thought of Uzair over the years and the memories always offered her some joy through the sadness. The memory she favoured the most was not their wedding day, or the day they bought their first home. It was when they were both much younger, their first … Continue reading Sheltering hope
When security pulled me out of the line, moments before boarding my flight back home, I knew it was over.
Whenever I get too religious, as I have been this past Ramadan, I feel uneasy. Does this mean I'm possessed by satan (all the worship frustrating him)? Pushing myself too much?
Moonlight glinted off crystal glasses. Patrons dined al fresco on fish caught from the sea that lapped close by. He inhaled, salty but fresh. So different than the village he grew up in.
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