The vista looks grim this morning. A grey, brooding doldrum. Without you, there is no sun-kissed upland. No blissful smile. I turn away. The chore of life weighs heavy. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt, hosted by SammiScribbles. This week’s prompt was: Vista. Click on the link to read more stories by other writers. For those who … Continue reading SOLUS
'The decoration's are a bit much, those candles'll set the place on fire.' 'You hush. We can't have him coming home to a dull house without some sort of celebration.' 'He won't be back for days yet.' 'But we'll be ready for him when he does come home.' She stepped down and looked at the … Continue reading ARMISTICE DAY, 1918
Palm trees and bright lights and smiling people. The glamour. The glitz. The full Hollywood razzmatazz. Over-turned cars and burning fires and desperate people. The injustice. The violence. The full social unrest. Cameras clicking and flashbulbs sparking and the crowd cheers. The gowns. The radiant idols. The elite on show. Cameras clicking and flashbulbs sparking … Continue reading A TALE OF TWO WORLDS
The bed sheets are damp with sweat. The muggy, warm air offers no relief. I unwrap myself and lie on top of the duvet. This weather has to break soon. It isn't just the close atmosphere that has made me sweat. I had been dreaming of her again. Vague images of my dream come back … Continue reading DREAMING OF HEATHER
'It's over.' He tried to remain calm, speaking in an even and clear voice, no raised voices or dramatic gestures. 'Typical!' She yelled her reply, trying to elicit a reaction from him. This was the problem with their relationship - he was always so passionless, so clinical, so frigid. 'Just keep cool.' Over-the-top histrionics, letting … Continue reading DUMPED
