Flash Fiction, Passion, Writing

At last #TBT

MEANINGS AND MUSINGS

Regret quote

And he never did, even after the many plans that we made; fantasies I now know.

The meeting at the bar in the hotel where I would wait with the excitement of young lovers, restrained familiarity. The coming upon each other on our favourite beach, where he, like me, would love to sit and listen to the waves in. The anticipation of the airport first encounter when he would exit the arrivarolling l hall and into my arms, or more I into his.

There will be no sitting on the deck of our beach home, at peace in each other’s company. No back rubs in the afternoon after a weary day of writing. Those meals we had savoured in our minds, the diverse flavours which our adventurous selves had vowed to experiment. Those carefree mornings, though few but complete with sensuous lovemaking and a bagel and coffee to follow.

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Being Woman, Flash Fiction, Living life, Writing

Binary choice

It took years. This search for the answer to “who am I?” She doubts if she is any closer to the truth, assuming there is one. Each time she thought she was near, the road lengthened. She felt a sense of belonging in her world, moving within it with ease and confidence, only to be… Continue reading Binary choice

Flash Fiction, In relationship, Writing

She, a micro story

She did not know what hit her. One moment she was in the dumps, disappointed with life and who she had become; the next she was awakened to life’s possibilities, her dreams no longer a distant past but a possible future.   If she knew the road ahead, she might have been less thrilled… then… Continue reading She, a micro story

Flash Fiction, Writing

She was and is

She was beautiful, but she never knew it. She attracted the attention of the boys at school, but she never saw it. She was flattered, praised and propositioned, but she never heard them. The boys made fun of her for the perceived rejection of them. The men who desired her felt utterly lost at their… Continue reading She was and is

Flash Fiction, Music, Rejuvenate, Writing

Another night and here we are again…

Another night and here we are again. Waking next to him, my hand in his, I don’t move for fear of breaking the moment. The scent of his skin fills my lungs, so familiar as if we have known each other a lifetime, perhaps we have for many lifetimes. I am home. His lips on… Continue reading Another night and here we are again…

Flash Fiction, Writing

Cycle of Life

Annie felt the cold ground momentarily. Pain shot through her, its heat seared as she struggled to keep her calm. She knew it was to be expected but nothing, nothing prepared her for the reality of this. Joyous, she was not feeling it at all. There were times through this ordeal where she could hardly… Continue reading Cycle of Life

Flash Fiction, Writing

Time lost

He tries looking beyond the crowd, to the source of the haunting voice. It has appeared from nowhere …and he just has to see. If only the throbbing would stop… His head is ready to explode… and the pressure behind his eyes… what a sweet song. Who is she? A feeling of dread … of… Continue reading Time lost

Flash Fiction, Writing

At last #TBT

And he never did, even after the many plans that we made; fantasies I now know. The meeting at the bar in the hotel where I would wait with the excitement of young lovers, restrained familiarity. The coming upon each other on our favourite beach, where he, like me, would love to sit and listen… Continue reading At last #TBT

Flash Fiction, Writing

Memento

“Mum, mum, he hurt me, he hurt me!” Sophie runs across the room, hurling herself onto my lap. She curls tight and places her head on my chest, waiting for my soothing words. Peace is shattered. I sigh. The decibels had gone up, steadily and I knew it was a matter of time before Sophie… Continue reading Memento

Flash Fiction, Writing

To live another day

Light flickering…the candle burns to its demise. Like me, it has no choice. I welcome the end though, I wonder if the candle does, if it could think. Never mind, it’s done. What comes next is inevitable like the cliché, night will come after day. But oh what a day I’ve had. I doubt anyone… Continue reading To live another day

Flash Fiction, Writing

As always

Ronovan's Friday Fiction - this should get me writing again. It is a writing prompt challenge and participants are to use at least 2 of the 6 words provided. The words are in bold in the story. ***************************** She licks her lips as the aroma of chocolate wafts through the room, warmed by the heat… Continue reading As always