After Eight Moments…
Ok, I admit… Slightly staged. If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
Ok, I admit… Slightly staged. If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
via Daily Prompt: Puncture Every sweet intention every thoughtful word Your feather tips poked and softly punctured my slowly mending heart, and inked your name across it… * You fixed it, you keep it… * It is all yours now…
Nikki, from Flying Through Water , is now holding a weekly one-word challenge. This week’s word is “Relax”… Being relaxed is something most people seek, it seems natural to try to avoid stress… What could I possibly write about it, that wouldn’t fall short of interest? And a few minutes ago, as I was going about…… Continue reading Relax…
Cover me with your butterfly kisses… I’ve had enough of caterpillar love . . .
On the ditherer side? He loves me, he loves me not… Here’s the perfect flower for you! If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
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…
I’ve had three persian cats so far… Poupine, whom I rescued from a three cats house, where she was bullied by the other two furballs. I didn’t get to pick her name, because she was already grown up when we decided to be roommates. Cissy. I got her as a kitten, but she was soon…… Continue reading Look mum! I iz a tiger!
If only I was a little more… If only I was a little less… * If only… But if I was, I wouldn’t be * me.
Just caught my eye, while walking… V.I.P.? If you’d like to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
That’s what I asked Chéri, this afternoon. It has been a beautiful day, here in Montréal. Sunny and warm… Ok, hot. Over 30 degrees – that’s really hot when you live in Freezingland! Chéri proposed that we walked to the grocery store instead of taking the car. Which is always a “yes” for me, because…… Continue reading Are you ashamed of me?