Sara placed her ear on her mama’s chest and listened to the rattle rattle that lived inside her. “Mama, you’re rattlin’ again.” She giggled as she listened. Her mama gave a great wracking cough that vibrated her whole head. It silenced the rattle so all she heard was her mama’s faint heartbeat. Sara heard the …
This story is kind of my baby. It’s my baby I’ve let languish away for a the last year or more because I wasn’t sure what else to do with it. When you love something, you let it rot in your finished stories pile? So, I guess I’ll post parts of it here. Maybe I’ll post …
I’ve decided to take a break from dating. The dissolution of… Whatever I was just dabbling in has left me feeling fragile. I was once again too much and not enough for someone. Oh the gentle letdown of “deserving someone who makes you a priority.” The sad thing is I can’t stop myself from hoping …
I wish we could’ve been effortless A little more effort from you A little less demanding from me Now we’re finding what we deserve I deserve someone who wants my affection You deserve someone’s attention you want
250 words — “Let’s play hide and go seek.” The little hand nestled in his gave a tug to draw his attention down. His heart cracked a little more at the sweet expression on her face, her dark curls riotous like her. “We can’t right now, baby.” He took a breath before he continued. “We …
Trying to keep up with a daily post in November since I’m not doing NaNo this year. I heard It Must Have Been Love by Roxette yesterday. It reminded of an old story I’d written. A bit sketchy, but I like the feel. — “You’re just going to let me go? We can’t even talk …
Unedited sketch His stomach dropped as her words registered. Bile surged up in his throat, but he swallowed it down and met her eyes. The resignation in her gaze nearly unmanned him. “Why are you just telling me this?” It was impossible to keep his voice from cracking as he spoke. Pain rippled across her …
The other story wasn’t coming together so I’m tossing you poetry instead. Connected to the first story Dragging me under This need to break you Tie you forever to my side By blood and by breath Bones crushing, crashing down I leave, come back, leave Unable to break free Even as we break each other …
What does it mean to miss someone? Better to have love and lost Than to never have loved at all? But when the pain is so acute you can’t breathe Could the comfort of “never had” Ease you into a good night’s sleep? Nothing hurts worse than longing But hope is a powerful thing And …
A little afternoon poetry prompted by the The Sunday Whirl. — As I traverse sunny streets I think of you Your shadow walks beside me, your memory an apparition The march of time gone by echoes like the tap of my high heels on cobblestone The whistle of an arriving train reminds me that things …