Another breath. Another moment. Another day. Another night.
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.
There wasn’t one particular issue with Willard. That would have been much too easy to sort. Neither was there lots of individual issues. That too would have oversimplified the situation. No, much as it pains me to admit it, him being my brother and all, but Willard himself was the problem. Where most spoke, Willard […]
50 Word Stories: Ruthie May Ruthie May lived in a yellow caravan with net curtains and a flower garden set in an old toilet. Her caravan was in our yard, but only I could see it. When papa beat me, I hid with Ruthie May. She pretended to be my mama. I wish mama had.