Celeste radiated something akin to love, a certain lukewarm appreciation. Mama called this cunning — Celeste prickled behind her eyes. Papa said it smarts — Celeste upset his oversensitive gut. Me? Celeste melted my heart. Was I suspicious? Never! Celeste could have bought and sold us. Our secret, until after the wedding.
50 Word Stories – Unexpected When that first snowdrop pushes through the earth, its white cap more delicate than a snowflake yet stronger than a storm, some might call it unexpected. Last night, a good man slipped the other way in search of bulbs within the earth; it was not unexpected. Unexpected: an all-encompassing word.
The circling vultures flew away disgusted.
50 Word Stories: Loss There were reasons for our languor, our permanent malaise. We discussed them like all good parents would but never found a satisfactory answer. If there was one? Sat on our porch, we even cuddled one tangerine sunrise whilst watching the yard; it lit her twisted bike like a burnt memory.
For the first time in the four and a half years since I left work to write, I took two hours off during the day to watch television. I’m a huge Studio Ghibli fan and saw one of their latest movies, When Marnie Was There, advertised to be on over lunchtime. I hadn’t seen it […]
She wept. I wept. Dog barked.
In the evenings, we practised singing. When our father returned, we stopped. Our neighbours asked us why we deceased? Our father was a good man who didn't drink or promote fear, nor treat us poorly. So why, they'd say? He deserved some quiet, our reply. As he did our respect.