He lay on his side, one leg bent and the other straight out to balance his body. She rubbed her hands together to warm them before touching bare skin. Bracing her thighs against the table edge, she ran her fingertips along the stiff ridge until she found the right spot. Then, she pulled... hard. Her … Continue reading Uplifting
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Take me to the river
Standing on the bank in my cotton shift, my hair loose upon my shoulders, I watch as the others are raised in the Spirit. Arms hugging my chest, I try to calm my shivering - not against the cold, but fear. Fear that when I'm laid under my hair will rise around my face, threatening … Continue reading Take me to the river
Reflection of a man
The gruesome pentimento of his true self was beginning to show through his insidiously crafted façade. His false beauty a funhouse mirror reflecting the face he wanted the world to see, and not what was secreted deep inside his dark, maleficent heart. Adults adored and envied him. They jockeyed for a position near him, hoping … Continue reading Reflection of a man
Mixed messages
I didn't believe I would ever say this but, I miss my washer and dryer. I even miss my vacuum cleaner. I miss my house, I miss everything about my old life. I never appreciated what I had. It's been three months since he kicked me out, and I'm reduced to having to clean my … Continue reading Mixed messages
Week 22: dining al fresco
This week was all about food and the weather... for both, when it rained, it poured. My writer friend Mags asked if she could use the Laundromat shot to illustrate a story she penned for Trifecta. I was honored by the request, and loved the story: Loads to Go. I was also gratified to learn … Continue reading Week 22: dining al fresco
Elephant in the room
There are pleasantries and platitudes. A civil, "please pass the salt," and considerate "would you like some more tea?" Gone are Sunday morning crosswords in bed, and late nights with Bogart and Garbo. No hands are held, no tears shed. There are no voices raised, no sweet whispers in the dark. Conversations are over which … Continue reading Elephant in the room
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