For Marquessa’s Musical Fiction Friday Challenge – Week One To her family and friends, he had just come and gone. A mere acquaintance they knew about, but didn’t know about. To her, he was the finest reason to wake up in the morning, and now that he had left, all she longed for, was…… Continue reading I ain’t missing you at all…
I’m left to dry, literally, five minutes before a (not to say “the”) nurse comes to pick me up from beside Pénélope. I understand that my claustrophobia hasn’t seen anything if I thought that was a tiny waiting room. The office… Hmm, no, I cannot be disrespectful towards worthy offices… Let’s try again; the…… Continue reading M – Part Three
Via today’s Dailyprompt: Magnetic I never went looking for her, but I guess I unconciously hoped all my life, that our roads would cross at some point. I certainly dreamed about her, although I never could have drawn her face before the day we finally met. She is your typical girl next door… And…… Continue reading The little green house…
People are really on my case… Andrew first, though he still denies everything about the daisies, and now Sandy. She says some guy has been calling the office just saying “Mathilda?….” and hanging up when she offered to transfer the call. Twice, just two miserable times… Sandy is big on late night serial killer shows.…… Continue reading Stalk her…
Music to my ears… You have no idea. When this lady came accross you on the sidewalk, and recognized you! I can still hear her… “Hello Mathilda…” Mathilda… How angelic. Mathilda, I couldn’t have picked a better name for you, myself. It fits you so well… Rare, romantic, soft, beautiful. My sweet Mathilda. I should…… Continue reading Stalk her…
Hold my hand, dearest, won’t you? She wasn’t really afraid, but she felt tension building up, as the light started fleeing from the skies… She knew he wouldn’t leave her until it would be over, and it was enough to keep her soul at peace. Come here… His deep voice was even more inviting than…… Continue reading Eclipse…
She adjusted her big woolen scarf as she walked, and the sound of her soles on the cracking leaves was the only sign of her presence in the woods… She had been there countless number of times, but every visit felt like the first. In the forest, everything was in a perpetual state of changing.…… Continue reading By the lake…
Dearest, Time sure has flown by since my last letter. The guys advised me to tell you we’ve been over busy, but I know you just wouldn’t buy it. And I don’t see the need to lie to you. Things have been crazy around here nonetheless, making me miss home a little more everyday. A…… Continue reading Letter to her…
Not so long ago, I got a friend request on Facebook. Martin Allaway wished to be friends with me, and I must say, I felt quite honored. Mr Allaway was an 82 years old Scottish man, and need I say, a man of God. He was severely sick with a terrible case of lung…… Continue reading Friendship…
Through the day, and through the night… She knitted, relentlessly. Thread over, thread under, she joined her memories, rolling them patiently around the long pointy needles. Watching the warm colors of her loves complementing the cold feeling of her blues, and the blackness of her lonely days. She followed no partern, needed no…… Continue reading Knitting…
Cyranny's Cove 