Chess…
“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…”
After Eight Moment…
I thought someone had dropped popcorn… If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
Micro poésie du vendredi…
Via Today’s Daily Prompt: Orange À chaque automne cette communion étrange entre la saison colorée, et la fillette aux cheveux orange.
Autumn’s avowals…
I wrote you a thousand times, he told her by the stone hearth. The flames reflected in her eyes, matching her red mane. The warm tones of the fire colored the whole room, covering the discreet blushing of her cheeks. I don’t have the eye of a painter, I don’t have the hand of…… Continue reading Autumn’s avowals…
After Eight Moments…
Happiness is the harvest of a quiet eye… – Austin O’Malley If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
Chromosome dance…
Via Today’s Daily Prompt: Surreal Like in a strange chromosome dance our souls collided fused then divided leaving their imprint keeping a hint of the other’s, creating two totally new beings forever separate, yet eternally bound. And wonder I if you too feel that sensation so very surreal…
M – Part Fourteen
I stretch a little, and lay back on the bed. I know it right away when sleep isn’t on its way… My body is exhausted, but I know I won’t get off easily. Not for a while, that’s for sure. So I think about my day, and review the chores and shopping I have…… Continue reading M – Part Fourteen
Chameleon…
Via Today’s Daily Prompt: Identity She was accused of fakery. Of not showing her true self… “Be yourself!” they’d insist, “Be authentic, for crying out loud!” She knew she was changing the shade of her very being, depending on who got to peek at a part of her soul… “What are you afraid of,…… Continue reading Chameleon…
After Eight Moments…
I love watching moss. It’s like taking an instant plane flight. I like watching Moss too… Just for very different reasons! If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
Big enough…
“All I ask for,” she started, as she brushed the sand between her toes, “are large hands. I would want him to have hands big enough to hold all the pieces of my heart…”
