Too old. Her back was killing her. She straightened up and stretched. This would be the last year. Next summer she would need to get some help in, or let the garden grow wild. Maybe that was the answer. Time to give up trying to control everything. Time to just go with whatever will be, … Continue reading TIME
Tokens of his love left by way of an apology before he left last night to go back to his wife and children. She dumped the flowers in the bin. At her yoga as she tried to revive herself from too much wine the night before. She stuck to the back of the class and … Continue reading A DAY IN A LIFE OF TOKENISM
He was drunk. He had to admit it. Not slightly inebriated or a bit tipsy, but flat out drunk. There would be trouble when he got home. In his mind he rehearsed the route he would take from the front door to the bedroom - probably via the bathroom - and the movements he would … Continue reading THE PAINTED LADY
The sun rose. The world went on. As if nothing had happened. As if everything was as it should have been. He found her in the nursery. Staring out the window. The sky was a fiery red. It tinged her tears. She gripped the unused blanket. This is a response to the #writephoto Prompt: Daybreak … Continue reading DAYBREAK
Typical politician. One night he stayed, left the place a mess. Still, that's what she was paid for - get the room ready for the next guest. Only the Minimum Wage though. Suppose she should be thankful to him for upping that in the last budget. Useless though, the lot of them. And now, another … Continue reading CHAMBERMAID
