Response to Writing Prompt Thirty-Three: A blue canal. Three boats. White marble walls. And you. It’s my turn to watch the suspicious goings on down at the canal, like a stalk out. Three boats and two barges are docked. At least from my vantage point I can see the main boat in question. It […]
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Much to my embarrassment… I was arrested today. It all began in the electrical isle at the Home Depot. I was buying the material to change out an electrical service. A key component to this task is a weather mast… a ten foot long, forty pound steel pipe. This was the trigger to my […]
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Response to Writing Prompt Thirty-Four: A palace, lost among the jungle weeds, spiraled upward toward the sky like so many mountains. A palace, lost among jungle weeds, spiraled upward toward the sky like so many mountains. The once elegant home to the emperor had taken on a whole new kind of grandeur, by my way […]
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Response to Writing Prompt Thirty: Smoke whistled through his two front teeth. White like china, like the stars reflecting in his eyes. Hardy teeth of a desert wanderer. I knew so many things about him just by looking at his teeth. I knew that he was strong and tough and I knew that he was mean. […]
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Response to Writing Prompt Twenty Six: Three steps up the clay staircase to a cobalt door. A brass knocker, a brass door knob. And inside the woman who stole my bag. I mean, the artist that stole my bag. At least I think I do. I climb the steps with trepidation and confusion and all the uncertainty and ambiguity… […]
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Desperate for a fix of crack I’m out walking the dark streets needing to subsidize my habit. There are no free lunches these days so I pull my jacket collar tighter around my neck and my woolen hat down with a firm resolve. They offer some protection against the bitter northerly wind. My hands are shoved in […]
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“Help!” My cries are swallowed by the silence. I could scream and holler and beg to unknown Gods, but no one would hear me. My feet are stuck in an unseen mire. I cannot move forward. I cannot move back. I am cemented here, sinking. The more I struggle the deeper I go. There […]
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Inspired by Writing Prompt Twenty-Seven: The distance was trivial on paper, but the expanse of an entire sea kept me from her golden hair and violet eyes. My lips grew bitter from the journey. “You’re thinking out loud again” she said, from the other side of the puddle. “Drat! Curse these seas, I shall have […]
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Flour spattered her apron, her cheeks, the hairs on her arms up to her elbows. The cold marble slab beneath her kneading hands knocked against her hip bones as she coerced the dough into thin discs. Copper pots dangled from their hooks against the white subway tiles on the wall. Everything was white that wasn’t […]
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Carolina slipped further down into the hot water of the roll top bath and watched the tea lights flickering. A glass of Merlot within easy reach, she mused on her recent life changes. A high flying, well travelled, published author, to owner of her Aunt Jane’s seaside, seventeenth century cottage. She breathed in the […]
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