The squeeking of the rocking chair seemed to fill the room. Her thoughts were blurry, more and more every day. She didn’t always find her things, didn’t always recognize familiar faces, didn’t know how to pick her words anymore… But her mind still turned crystal clear every time her eyes met that picture. Oh…… Continue reading Tenerife sea…
Maybe we are not perfectly perfect strangers per say. Knowing just enough about each other to get disqualified. But if you feel like it, I think we should hit the highway. Go on a road trip, playing it perfect stranger style… In response to November Notes Writing Challenge by Sarah Doughty of…… Continue reading Perfect strangers…
“Whoa, tie a yellow ribbon ’round the ole oak tree, it’s been three long years… Do ya still want me?…” She knew just who had left the message on her voicemail. He hadn’t spoken a word, but the seventies’ song said it all. It only left one question in her mind… When? When…… Continue reading Yellow…
Wounded by his harsh words and his indifference, I painfully bleeded my way across town. Blinded by bitter tears, I moaned your name tormentedly through the alleys, stumbling on my wrongs and my failures, ignored by the passers by. Crawling in the darkest back streets, and the empty parks, there seemed to be no…… Continue reading A street called Mercy…
– Guilty! The verdict was out, and the crowd was excited. Many would have liked to see them hanging on the gallows of the the public square. But the judge was cruel, and hadn’t let himself grant them this sweet death, giving their last breath in chorus, side by side. No, they were to…… Continue reading Criminal…
Sitting on the foot of the bed, she sighed deeply. The memories flooded her fragile mind as she poored herself a second glass of Pinot Noir, her favorite poison in times of sorrow. The hotel room was perfect, it always was… Her “team” always made sure to have things set just as she liked…… Continue reading The other side of Paradise…
“Loving him was like playing chess with grandpa when I was a child, she thought. I could never outguess his next move, but he always made me feel like I had chances to win…”
There’s a lot of love around me, and as you probably know, it doesn’t always involve people… You already know about Nokia and Samsung’s fling… If not you can catch up here. They are still totally in synch, and Samsung cuddles against good old Nokia every night on the coffee table, probably telling it about…… Continue reading Love stories…
Walking in the middle of the familiar supermarket crowd, just like any other Thursday night. But he had gotten an unusual feeling the moment he had set foot in the store… Everything was the same, yet, everything seemed slightly different. And he couldn’t put his finger on what made him urge to be on…… Continue reading Thrice…
If someday my memory just dries away, read me your best story every night… Over and over and over again. Every evening, after every sunset, tell me those same words, and bring me with you down the same road. Tell me about the same stars, and the same sighs, and the same dreams… Don’t…… Continue reading Fading memory…
Cyranny's Cove 