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Raping Spring #poetry

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another flower was trampled just the other day

beautiful, young, bright like spring

a temptation to the taker

taunting her

brushing aginst her bloom

smelling her

but not too close

until the right time

when she would …

open her beauty for him

desire his praise

a draught so sweet

he sipped deeply

then tore the petals

threw them away

walking down the pathway

toward the next fresh tulip

Thanks to over at Cherish Words for the beautiful Tulip photograph


Cold Case #flashfiction

I was days before my proposal for the multimillion dollar grant

I always cleaned to calm jangling nerves

So I went to the basement  of the place I was subletting from a friend

Surprising a med student had time to organize

A box toppled cascading bones everywhere

No wonder he was top of his  class

 

I realized this 55 would be a great prequel to my last week’s 55. Who knows what will fall or be tagged next Friday ( hopefully only fiction )

and…

Thanks to G-Man who weekly keeps the masses entertained and hosts an excellent site for Friday Flash Fictioners

I accessed the photo from Stock Photography


Damaged Goods #poetry #flashfiction

It hung limply

collar-bone unnaturally protruded

sockets where lights had beamed

dangled with no spark

fingers that had grasped another’s in trust

Clear notes like fine crystal

hopes of Opera

smoky bars and sleazy dumps

croaking semblance of sound

talent

beauty

dreams

DOA the tag on her toe hung from under a cold  lifeless sheet

Flash Fiction certainly isnt DOA as it is in the capable hands of the host G-Man. Who tho on the road manages 55 words none-the-less


The End in Sight #poetry

the gold band broke in pieces

too easily

pictures of a couple

in separate frames

bottle where tears collected

shattered from overuse

dreams discarded in rumpled newsprint

don’t look back

our love was already gone


The Grand Finale #flashfiction #saturdaycentus

It had been the longest playing off broadway show she had starred in.  The show had a bit of everything romance, intrigue,  deception and murder

“This will be our last performance” the stage manager said to the cast wiping his face with his sleeve.

It’s been a good run one of the leads said nervously peering over his shoulder. It’s always better to close the show before they stop coming.

“We know where all the bodies are buried” was written in lipstick on her dressing room mirror.

Somehow she always knew…

Tonight’s last performance would include the death of two leads not the traditional one.

Thanks to Jenny Matlock who hosts Saturday Centus. This weeks prompt: “We know where all the bodies are buried “


Have A Ball!!! #football #superbowl #flashfiction

Hands ready to receive the ball
Feet Ready to hear the call “goal”
Fans ready to eat, drink and watch some plays
 old timers remember the days
 Crews ready for live interviews with Tom and
Eli
Coaches ready for the yellow flag to fly
 all because of a ball the shape of a brown ellipse

Happy Super Bowl watching to all of you football voyeurs – otherwise happy flash fiction writing.

(Each week some very talented writers share  flash fiction  with GMan. Everyone is welcome to join the 55 word challenge)


On The Edge #centusSaturday #shortstory

A light pierced  the fog

“come to shelter “

turning  toward darkness

my arms grew weary

groping in a  mist of confusion

“come this way”

“but there is nothing to light the way”

changing direction

my feet stumble on a root

the cliff just inches behind me

slipping toward the edge…

Jenny MatlockI’m sorry I missed the first part of this prompt but I will attempt to hang the reader off the cliff for Jenny Matlock’s Centus Saturday


Ebbing Tide #flashfiction

You once sat with me on a piece of flotsam

Telling me stories about the ship that had sunk in the stormy sea

“All were lost”

you said with a tear on your cheek

I never knew you never told me

All had not been lost

A small boy and his scruffy dog had floated into the bay

A fisherman and his wife found the two survivors and raised them as their own

One day you went out to sea looking for something you had lost

You never told me what you were seeking

“All were lost”

I carved into  broken wood

A piece of flotsam where we will never sit again

“Please take me out to sea faithful tide

where I can be joined with the one

I have lost…”

Photograph~ “Winter Tide” L. Moon copyright 2012


Graced by Her Face

It looked back at me

from an earlier time

Who is she?

The lips curled in a familiar smile

It was not so long ago

that we shared this face

come on a journey

with your fingers trace

Little ones holding hands

laughter filling the air

never put away

the love that you freely shared

 This was a practice piece for a portrait my mother did of my son and I.

 Memories fill the air when you look back on the past and who you once were.

Thanks to G-Man for hosting yet another week of Flash Fiction where the only thing that gets between you and a masterpiece is the number of words you are allotted. Happy Friday!

***To those of you who are faithful friends and writers – please forgive my absence over the past several months. I am in the midst of a major change. I am enjoying the life of a transient and though my writing abounds my time when a computer is available does not.


I Will Tango Tonight #New Year #2012 #flashfiction

A ball will fall

Happy- my lips will linger on

one who offers me

a dance

caring little for what I wear

what matters

the heat on our breath

 New is our tango

lower me to the ground

smell my eau de chaud

I  taste your latte

This Year

come in alone

but leave…

and as we see another year out an applause of thanks is given to Mr Know it All who manages to host a fantastic Flash Fiction every Friday and has done so for more than 4 years. Happy 2012 to All!!!


Nothing But Words #poetry #homeless

Do you realize

that some of us

eat food from a can?

No not the kind you open

the kind you pull refuse

with your hand

I didn’t chose

cold loneliness

a life of no address

a closet in my car

atop my  college degree

oh isnt life a mess

but who cares

do you want to see

the list of things I’ve done

the families, children

whom I’ve helped

yes I have  aided some

the system I promise doesn’t care

I’m a number

they’d wish they’d lost

I’ve paid so many dues

there’s nothing left

oh dear what  this has cost

and so my friends

words it seems

are all that I have left

stories and verse

I hold so close

I’ll steer clear of bereft

Photo Courtesy of Flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/elcarlitoxloco/5258963772/in/photostream/


O Holy Night #poetry #Christmas #loss


Oh Holy Night

The Stars are brightly shining

The moonlight is catching the tears on my cheek darling

It is the Night

Of our Dear Savior’s Birth

Long lay the world

The News isn’t good dear

In Sin and error pining

it’s spread through my entire body

til He appeared and the soul felt its worth

I have three or four weeks

the thrill of hope

the weary world rejoices

for yonder  breaks a new and glorious light

my love will be a distant star


Fall on your knees

I have no strength to stand


Oh hear the angels voices

I will be singing with the angels next Christmas darling

oh night divine

tonight we have each other

oh night when Christ was born

Oh Night Divine

Oh Night – Oh Holy Night

It won’t be long – hold me against the impending dawn


The Senses of Christmas #flashfiction #Christmas

Can you smell it, feel it, hear  it?

Of course I can

It’s the senses of Christmas

Gingerbread and shortbread in the oven

Pine from the tree

Spices of  hot cider congealing

Seasoned wood on the fire

Bing Crosby singing with his smooth as scotch voice

one more thing

Our Family gathered enjoying being together

Wishing all of you a joyous Christmas. A time to celebrate time with friends and family. A special thanks to G-Man who looks upon all his followers as good friends.


Merry-Go-Round with #Healthcare #flashfiction #cancer

“Do you know how many times I have heard the words “you only have a few weeks, maybe months”????  I am tired of the fear evoked by practitioners who are not up to date on diagnosis and bed-side manner (as in looking at all the data thoroughly!)

I’ve given my dog a heart attack. I fed the cat something that killed her. I didn’t realize I  left the cage open until I ran over my bunny. My friends and family think I’m cancerphobic.

Can’t somebody get it right?”

“Slow down sweetie. I’m telling you this because my mother had the same symptoms as you. she died in four months ‘cuz she had a male doctor who wasnt thorough with the tests.”

A tear fell “If I’m going to die, I’d like to know.  I am so tired of the merry-go-round of maybes.”

“The test I’m doing will tell us.”

“Can I bring my parrot to the office until we know?”

http://www.flickr.com/photos/davydubbit/3121796325/sizes/m/in/photostream/


A Look at the Past #flashfiction

…A moment

A memory…

That was all there was.

“Look back it’s our fragrant past but sadly not our promising future.”

A tear streamed down her face

knowing she had misplaced an old friend’s plans.

He had waited all these years to hear

“you broke my heart once there is nothing left to hold dear.”

Photo: “Lonely Bench” L. Moon copyright 2011

Each Thursday night 8pm EST there is an opportunity to share with others your work of flash fiction. It’s short, it’s only 55 words, it’s a challenge. So instead of your Sudoku for Friday try a flash fiction hosted by G-Man aka Mr. Know it All.


The Inheritance #microfiction

She’d known it the moment he walked in the door from work. It was the stain of pink lipstick that she always laundered or the scent of Beautiful captive on his wrinkled tailored shirt. It was different. Today his eyes said something they had never said in the brief months they had been married. They spoke of desire and excitement and …

“Why did he marry me? Obviously not for  my loving dedication.” she wanted to pound in frustration on his chest but she dutifully told him “dinner will be ready in half an hour dear!”
She tried to keep up the small talk during dinner.
She moved the food around her plate. As she was putting a slice of homemade apple pie in front of him she asked ”So was it good?”

“What the meal? Sure it was fine.”
” No – the sex, her…”
“What” he looked at her with a look of anger but he couldn’t mask the other. Admission…
“Caught ya (again) ” her look implied.
In that moment she knew something else it was her inheritance that he had married her for.
“What a fool” she thought.
Her friends several years ago had created a fable that she would inherit a great deal of money when her grandfather died.
It was true she would inherit a small house, but that was not worth a huge amount of money.
The fable had died when an old lover had admitted that he wanted her for her money.
The friends stopped the rumors – they knew all along this guy was no good. She always wondered if that was why they had created the tale.
“How had Jake gotten wind of this ridiculous tale?”
“Fool” she smirked again.
She decided to play a bit of cat and mouse
“I believe this length of time calls for an annulment.
The good news you won’t have to support me at all.
I will go to a lawyer tomorrow.”
“No wait why it was a mere flirtation she means nothing!”
“Neither do I – you probably spent more time undressing her than you do in our entire lovemaking.”
“But that is not why…”
“Go have your women you will be free to dally.”
“I don’t want free I want a family with you…”

“You can find some bimbo tomorrow who will have your brats.”

She called her best friend, packed her bags, and drove off in her old,rusty Chevy Malibu. That night she never looked back.

He kicked himself for being such a fool. He should have waited until they had a child or two.

He got the blond one pregnant. She was ok looking and her family had a little property.

Then he saw her his ex-wife. She was beautiful driving a red Jaguar XKE.

She looked happy.

He heard her grandfather had recently died and left her with the little house which happened to be sitting on top of oil.

She had millions and any man she wanted.

“What a fool I was” he shouted to no one at all.


Watching Time #poetry

They wont move while you watch

my mind wills the hands around your face

tick tick I can’t wait

open the glass face and let me in

move now move quick

my life is in your perfect sphere

midnight… one… two… three…

dawn rises beautifully clear

as you pull me close to thee

forever


As The Dice Fall… #flashfiction

They had fallen

fate placed in your hands

not mine

How would the outcome have been different?

Would the sacrifice have been this high?

No!!!

For the dice would never had spilt innocent blood had I rolled

But you are the high roller

caring little for the lives of others

only caring for

your gain…

Thanks to the weekly fun hosted by G-Man flash fiction at its best


Edge of Winter #poetry #photography #iphone

She was the last of her kind

bravely she poked her head through stormy mists

victorious she smiled

“I am free,” she exclaimed with glee!

A solitary ray of sunshine touched  her velvety skin

He was looking for a place to light

For one suspended moment she danced in his flickering glow

His fingertips radiated with color

Life seemed to appear

“Oh warmth I long for your embrace”

Too soon  he was gone

A tear fell down her ivory visage

“What will sustain me until spring?” she moaned

no one to hold

not a soul to care

her head went limp

knowing that she too would soon

wither

and

die

Photography “Edge of Winter” & “Dying Rose” Copyright L. Moon 2011


Dream Machine #flashfiction #magpietales

“I had a wonderful dream,” I said to my roommate my hair in a very mussed state.

“Oh but then you are always having dreams,” she grinned.” What was the dream this time?”

“It was more dreamy than usual. It was if  a fog machine was on in my room.

The hottie who is always in my dreams was in a three piece suit. Ive never seen him dressed like that.

He told me he loved what I was wearing.

Then the fog rose. I didnt see the rest of my own dream. Must have been X rated.”

“Well in your case roomie PG-13.”

I laughed ” I guess you are right. I woke up fully clothed.”

 

Thanks Tess for the great picture prompt for this week’s Magpie Tales

 

 


More Than Food On Thanksgiving #microfiction

We gather together to ask the Lords blessing…

I heard the song and heard her singing, I had not heard her in more than two decades

She taught me to count my blessings

“I’m trying to remember grandmama

some days are more difficult than others”

I delivered several boxes filled with food for Thanksgiving for a struggling family of 8.

No one knew that on Thanksgiving all I had were two cans of soup, a box of cereal and a quart of milk

“…I ask for your blessing dear Lord”

Thanks to Jenny Matlock for hosting Saturday Centus each week


Hollow Reality #flash fiction

The room was filled with smiling faces
Each appeared so sincere
Every eye filled with laughter
“Why do I feel out-of-place?” she wondered
It seemed every where she went she never belonged
Then by chance she happened to see a placard on her way out
“leave your masks at the door when you leave!”

Thanks to G-Man @ http://g-man-mrknowitall.blogspot.com ( sorry my hyperlink isnt working)who always throws a great party over at his place. Bring your words  no more than 55 tho. Masks are optional

Thank You to Carlos Castillo for the fantastic photo!!! Please enjoy other work by him. http://www.flickr.com/photos/chato/30622339/


Woman in the Mirror #shortstory

It was a wet rainy day. I really was not intending to browse in the musty antique store but at that moment I was passing  there was a fierce downpour which forced me indoors. I tried to take a deep breath but the dust clogged my nostrils;  I forced myself to breath as little as necessary.

“Welcome” the old shopkeeper smiled an aged, toothless smile. I gathered she was as old as some of the pieces. “Please tell me if I can be of assistance deary”.

I walked around the cluttered rows of dingy furniture.  ”Ah light,” I gasped as I took the stairs two at a time. ” Maybe there will be something worth looking at up there and perhaps less dust.” I said in a hushed voice realizing her hearing was also ancient.   “Squeek, clop, clop” I sounded like a horse  on wooden slats.

At last I was upstairs. I turned around in a room that seemed so airy and springlike. I could almost hear birds chirping. The sun was streaming in from a skylight. “How is that possible?” I shook my head as if in a fairy tale.  I minded little the time I might spend here. I looked at item after item – each “one of a kind” in my estimation. Then I felt warmth as if a hand touched mine. I looked down and my hand was resting on a beautiful yellowing mirror. The lines from the elephant tusk were obvious as I ran my hand over the smooth  ivory. I felt the need to see if the mirror was cracked so I turned it over. As I gazed at myself, I was shocked at what I saw.

“I dont own a brocade, three-quarter sleeve gown. What am I thinking? I dont own any gowns.”  I heard a whisper from behind me. It must be an open window. Then I heard it clearly.

” Come close let me look at you.”

” Who are you, ” I asked trying to keep the trembling in my voice down.

“My name is Janille Constantine.”

” My name is Malina.”

” I  like that name Malina. I have never heard that name before. Have you seen him today?” she asked in a beautiful lyrical voice.

“Have I seen whom?”

” My lover of course. We are supposed to meet here so that my intended would not see us.” Janille giggled with mirth.

” No I am sorry what does he look like? “

“He is very handsome. He rides the blackest of stallions and his blue eyes carry mischief  and love.”

” I’m sure if I saw him I would remember him.” I had to look again into the mirror as I was certain that I could not be carrying on this conversation with myself.

“Yes he always wears a bowler hat and carries a smart cane.”

“Where do you live?” I asked.

“Why on Jersey shore of course my dear. I am from the Constantine family; we live in a darling home on the sea-shore in the summer and we return to our plantation in the fall once the disease has left the lowlands.”

“My what an exciting life you must lead. I would love to see your home. “

“Yes alas I believe once papa knows about Roland he will send me away to my aunt’s.” her r rolled in a perfect southern drawl.

“What about your intended?”

“Oh Joseph. He is a good boy but he is not a man who knows the world. He is protected by his mama.”

“Oh” I started to smile. I had dated someone like that and was glad the “love of my life” lived on the edge.

“Then why don’t you break it up with Joseph? “

“Well I have discussed it with Roland he always tells me no and tells me to shush.”

Just then I heard the sound of a gun shot.

” Oh my what am I to do? What is it?”

“A man has been shot outside of the shop. You must hide – please hide.”

“Where? “

“Under a bureau!”

“Yes I will.”  I held my breath waiting as I heard the pounding of footsteps on the stairs as suddenly as they came up they went back down.

“No one is here. That scoundrel Roland.”

” He’s dead.”  I heard a mouse like  voice.

“ Murielle your husband was a cheat and a gambler. It is better this way come home with your older brother.”

I heard crying as a face came back into view. “They killed him my Roland. Who was the woman? Oh my I guess he was married. I never knew.”

“But you are safe Janille.”

“Yes I am I will return to my papa’s home in South Carolina. I will never return here again.” She tried to sound brave but her voice could not countain the soft cries.

“Goodbye Malina.” a sweet voice said and then the mirror went dark.

When I went home I googled the name of Constantine. There it was the picture of the beautiful, young woman I had spoken with. She had unexpectedly died by gunshot in the street in New Jersey on her way home.

I looked up the name of Roland and found several who lived in the area then I saw him. The most daring and compelling blue eyes and I knew why she had loved that captivating man.

I went back to the antique store on another rainy day. I was curious to see whom I might meet…

This short story was inspired by the elephant tusk mirror that was an heirloom and an archived poem I wrote.

Photograph: “Gradma’s Mirror”  L. Moon copyright 2011


View from Deja Vu #micro fiction #poetry

How had i gotten here

To the place of my dreams

i have been here before

In my childhood it seems

***

A meaningless game

Of chairs and of song

My chair it is missing

From the play i am gone

***

i am found in a field

An ominous place

Empty chairs everywhere

Not a single Child’s face

***
i have been here before

My chair it is missing

Not a single Child’s face

there is No One who is listening

Thanks to Tess Kincaid for the weekly prompts on Magpie Tales / This one has many great words without a single sound


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