via Daily Prompt: Paragon Once insignificant, she had patiently turned every sorrow and every heartache into overlapping layers of astounding strength… Giving herself a flattering, pearly sheen, worthy of any Paragon. Now waiting for The One, to ultimately crack her shell open and garner her… At last.
She sat on the top stair, in silence. She longed to find the right words to break the ice, but in doubt, she preferred to keep her thoughts to herself. He stood in front of her, tall even with his rounded back. He suffered, she knew it. He had probably hurt for longer than…… Continue reading Helpless…
She went through the album slowly, letting the tip of her fingers go from one picture to the next, as if she could make a braille reading of their past together. The first time we met… She murmured as she stared at his ever disarming smile. She didn’t believe in love at first sight…… Continue reading Memories
She counted the jars, waiting for the water to boil. Hoping she had enough of them, as she plunged the glass containers in the steamy pot, one by one. She had a lot to take care of. Canning her dreams, canning her hopes, canning her love… Before it went bad. So many Spring memories,…… Continue reading Saving herself.
she whispered, her fingers gripping his coat’s collar, pressing herself to his chest. His fast breathing betraying his desire to surrender to her bold request. He wanted to give in, she knew it, but she felt him still pulling back a little… What would he come up with, this time? – I’m not too…… Continue reading Kiss me…
via Daily Prompt: Distant A ray of sunshine peeked through the dancing tree leaves just outside the bedroom window. She didn’t believe in curtains. She much preferred to be awakened by the rising sun than by any alarm clock. She considered stretching out to the phone, calling in sick and spending her day in bed,…… Continue reading Distant…
via Daily post prompt – Buff She put a log in the fire, and returned silently to the kitchen. The kettle was about to whistle, and she took it off the stove, just in time. She wasn’t thirsty, per say, but making tea was a ritual that calmed her, and she needed just that. To…… Continue reading The letter…
Couche tes rêves sur ma peau de poèmes… Et laisse-moi glaner tes promesses de bohème. Boire le bonheur sur le bout de tes lèvres. Tes mots autour du cou, réelle oeuvre d’orfèvre…
Turning, and tossing no sleep again tonight She mulled over the uneasiness in her mind the gnawing realization of something that was in back of something that was in front of She shook her head in disgust, tossing the fairies and the unicorns out of her carpet halls and picture window existence, …… Continue reading Dreams Recalculated
via Daily Prompt: Unmoored I have done it. Done it all… I took care of business. Made our house a home nice enough to come back to gladly, filled the fridge and emptied the trash. Fed the dog and watered the plants. Paid the bills and wrote the check for the rent. I returned the…… Continue reading Unmoored…
Cyranny's Cove 