Words… chains of letters. Thoughtfully inked along my dotted life line. Wishes most sincere, memories dear, gift wrapped in fragile clenched fingers. Pale reminder, of me. Of us. This day is yours, and yours only. Enjoy it, don’t let anybody spoil it for you… Cake icing smells and wrapping paper ruffles, I hope you’ll…… Continue reading Happy…
There are many stray cats in our neighbourhood. It is not uncommon to hear cats fighting or just making themselves known all year long. I am fluent in Cat-talk, and I can recognize the meows of a lost kitty when I hear one. And yesterday night, one showed up on our front porch. Of course,…… Continue reading Overnight visitor…
It’s been raining pretty heavily tonight. I was sitting down, trying to write something lovingly romantic, juggling with words, and enjoying my evening, when something caught my attention. A weird noise coming from outside. Something I had never heard before. My best guess was that someone was playing with a manhole cover. But who would…… Continue reading When Mother Nature gets pissed…
She counted the tablets one more time. Aligned on the kitchen table, she knew she had enough, but she didn’t want to need them to stop suffering. With labor’s day long weekend, most of her neighbours were away, gone to celebrate life with their families. The building was unusually quiet. No one would notice…… Continue reading The hermit – part 9
He was a bit dizzy and far from steady on his feet. One drink… He only needed one drink to stop his hands from shaking. Beer, wine, cider, liquor… Anything would do the trick, he just needed it now. One hand pressed on the bed, to keep his balance, he pulled the wires attached…… Continue reading I am Debra…
I could… I know you’d like it. Thoughts flying like knives, words hitting like a whip! You’re so self-centered, craving attention good or bad… Feeding your ego’s just not my bag! Keep dancing your cheap whining ballet, I won’t knit your name in an angry sonnet. Wishing you nothing but the best, dare you…… Continue reading No thanks!
A lot of people don’t understand why I look mildly excited when we are about to go on a trip. The thing is, Cheri and I don’t see the list of things to do the same way. And while I am up and already getting ready to pack up the car, he is still…… Continue reading This is why…
This is not a particularly pretty picture, but it is a good sum up of my day. In the kitchen, cooking all day long. I feel good in the kitchen, but I didn’t have time to really enjoy it the past weeks, maybe even months. I canned my (fabulous, LOL) spaghetti sauce, made…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
Well past most people’s bedtime and I am still awake, getting ready for our little weekend getaway. The apartment is filled with the soul warming scent of the spaghetti sauce batch, slowly stirring on the stove. I am not the bragging kind, but I make the best spaghetti sauce I’ve tasted. Even Mom, who taught…… Continue reading I am Nadia…
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Cyranny's Cove 