To say that he’s kept his inner child well alive would have been an euphemism. The alarm clock hadn’t even rung when he rushed down, straight to the Christmas tree. I was sipping on my morning coffee with Mom and Dad in the living room when he came tumbling down the stairs… Honey, you…… Continue reading Christmas morning… #1MinFiction
Via today’s Daily Prompt: Confess Her gaze followed as he walked back and forth in the living room, checking for any sign of the towing truck through the bay window. The cursing had stopped, but his whispered mumbling was like a raging mantra recited at the pace of his steps… Today… this piece of…… Continue reading Confession…
Watching out of the window, she couldn’t pronounce “Christmas”… Having slept merely a couple of hours, still having the night before’s conversation with Mother across the throat, yet another reality too hard to stomach for a holiday morning… She wanted to raise a white flag. But when she looked outside, her sight blurred. With…… Continue reading Twenty fifth…
Ethereal thoughts, tickling my skin. Wrapped in haze, lost in my reveries. Lost forever, and lost by all means in the hypnotic meanders of my vespertine dreams…
A dried leaf, running afloat on the waters, sometimes calm, sometimes furious… My sundried warm thoughts, sailing the river of you…
Calling you, calling out, to share a few words, to share a few thoughts… And then, I remembered how much I like you, and I put the receiver back down. Via today’s Daily Prompt: Calling
She had never expected it to end this way, when she had invited him along the trail behind the old barn… Now that his body lay there, with smears of red around his head… she thought “what’s done is done!” dropped the gun and ran away… “Let it snow…” The blizzard would cover her…… Continue reading Let it snow… #1MinFiction
Like shooting stars murmuring, “make a wish, make a wish!” Multiplying, crashing like soft wet mini-bombs, softly on my lips… Thousands of warm thoughts, hopes, dreams melting as my skin they meet… Your name writen in crystal fashioned letters, all over my Santa wish list…
Between awakeness and sleep. Between my clumsy ways and your sleek manners, and I don’t compare… I don’t know how I could ever think… I had what it took to please what you seeked. I am sorry for failing you.
My vision trying to gain insight into your lofty ideals unfortunately was greatly reduced, my sunglasses shielding my eyes from your ethereal radiance…. This piece is the work of Notthedane56. You can find a lot more of his poetry, fiction and humor on his main site Everything in and around Denmark and on his…… Continue reading Lofty Ideals – Notthedane56
Cyranny's Cove 