Yes… You can stop holding your breath! I am sorry to announce that my Slipper Fight with the downstairs neighbours is over! Already?? You might think? It was my first reaction when I stepped on the balcony today to find this: I was almost… No, I was disappointed when I realized that the slipper of war was gone.…… Continue reading Slipper fight is over…
via Daily Prompt: Relieved It was thursday afternoon of a warm Summery day. I remember it was a Thursday, because I had to take the trash out on the side of the street, since I was off work, and home alone. Now, just to set the picture straight, I am a strong supporter of…… Continue reading Relieved
Closing her eyes was not a slip into a restfull night… It was a shortcut to his long wanted, welcoming embrace. Morpheus’ arms? she giggled to herself, ‘So much for me’… ‘I need no God to look over my sleep! Just him….’
via Daily Prompt: Blossom You protected her… Cared and worried about her… You fed her every needs, relentlessly… And though you might have given up on her when it finally happens… She will, blossom!
When we began to consider each others feelings we progressed farther avoiding obstacles discarding innuendo dropping the veils of mistrust and ignorance, shortening the distance between us thus allowing us to see each other for who we really are and who we want each other to see and to know, Knowing what you feel…… Continue reading When We Began…
Daring me she was to walk along the top of her roof my safety line stretched to the limit falling into her waiting arms being most likely, the challenge of wanting to make the grade showing her I could do that me, myself not needing anyone alone, but braving the harshness, the trials my…… Continue reading Daring Me…
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
Strike the chord, of my heart, your fingers playing it like a harp… * Lay your words, on my skin, each line leaving me, for more, moaning… * Through the night, serenade my body, caress my psyche… …… Continue reading Whole…
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.
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