The bread has turned mouldy. But I do not have the heart to throw away the remaining slice. Dolly had hosted a tea party. The toasted hearts were used as canapés. The open heart shapes were then stuffed with strawberry jam, and a McCain Smiley placed above it. The toasted wonders were then garnished with … Continue reading Dolly’s Tea Party
The neighbourhood cat had chosen us to feed her. She followed the delivery boys and waited for the door to open, so that she could slink in. She enjoyed her afternoon naps on the living room carpet. One evening, we returned home to find her under the bed, with three new born kittens. We enjoyed … Continue reading First-timers
Curiosity, as reflections change color in those two eyes changes to deep insights mirrors are not always fun. Inspired by Elsie Hagley at Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge #Week 62 Image: pixabay.com
Material things I own are external manifestations of innermost desires and forbidden longings overlapping, clashing, competing to find the truest version I try so hard to conceal inside the skull and bones beauty in a jar vanity of designer togs play hide-and-seek with the ugliness of childhood The high end furniture objects … Continue reading Objects de Art
picking up the pieces of broken hearts and old songs some forbidden thoughts of familiarity invading my world again MLMM Photo Challenge #180
We are so dissimilar. Yet, I don’t know why I feel the need to connect …. and reconnect … and then do it again. Why? Just to hear voices from the other side of the spectrum. The thoughts that I relay sound different in the echo chamber on that side. You look afraid. Seeing your … Continue reading Echos and Reflections
“My dress was stolen yesterday. The culprit has put it back, but outside the wrong room.” “We checked camera recordings. It’s your husband.” (139 characters) Twittering Tales #49 by Kat Myrman
People stopped by to look at the lovely flowers. Some offered to buy. He would indulge in small chat, and then, politely inform them that it was not a plant nursery. The expanse of the almost empty house attracted attention. Neither furniture nor human beings were in visible range. He never offered water or coffee … Continue reading Winter of Life
Bondages dissolved with disappointments and trust taking the exit door Dependence hurts the futility of it all strikes hard I find myself. Where was this beautiful being locked inside awaiting release? Life turns inside blossoms in the wild alone, but happy free at last!
late night drives without destinations summery minds Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge #Week 6 by Elsie Hagley
