FinicKy Eater – Chapter 2

Chapter Two Silence surrounded her. Lemus had left and Komono, ever in search of food, had tired of the emptiness of her trash cans. By the play of light seeking entrance through the blinds, night remained an hour or two away. Kasha stretched as if her body ached from its cramped vigil. A glass of liquid sat on the table beside her. The contents of once frozen blood had thawed to room temperature and awaited consumption. Good old Lemus. Kasha stood. She had never been much of a vampire, certainly she didn’t compare to any of the greats: living or fictitious. If anything, immortality had been a reprieve or in today’s vernacular: a do over. Sure she had killed innocents before. Vampires do. Yet she Continue Reading →

100 on Capering

Capering on the shore where earth and sea collide. Crushed shells a pumice beneath my feet, toes dance the waters of incoming waves. Salt spray and sun adding to the fun. Moonlit walks, afternoon runs, chasing a dog or his forgotten tennis ball, laughing, breathing, all thoughts recede. Stopped momentarily as if guided by the tides. No matter what I see; ships on the horizon, pelicans in a dive, sea glass, shark’s teeth or a glimpse of dorsal fin, stars, the darkness of water set against the blackest of sky, people, creatures, all converge allowing this soul to caper on.

Beauty In…

Beauty in the shift of day to night, and back again. From the parched dry earth under rain held clouds Longing for reprieve from life’s misery. All it takes is a spark to light the fires once again. Eternity keeps spinning in perfect synchronicity. Beauty In.

100 on One Hundred

My lips turn in a private smile with this 100. Like a favorite book with worn pages, its magical passages marked by dog ears and slips of paper so I can retrace another’s words. Gifts given without prejudice or recourse, of these there are so many. Each akin to a shell cast upon the shore, a gem to be found as toes wiggle in sands. The words as varied as the writers. In this space a kaleidoscope of color bursts without thoughts to patterns (and sometimes rhymes.) I thank them and begin to wonder, have I written 100 of these?

Flash Fiction – “Reflection”

Reflection is a lost art, thought Virgil. He took a deep breath from the plastic tubing forcing air into his nose. His dry, cracked lips refused to smile, but inside his heart glowed with the warmth of memory. It was the one organ which never failed him as he remembered May. Kimberly entered the room quietly. Her brother, Paul, would be coming later. “Dad?” Her hand found his; she brushed it. The idea of holding a hand that had recently been so strong and was now frail tarnished the last of her strength. “You awake?” Virgil opened his eye and forced his mouth into a lopsided grin. “Ain’t dead yet.” He knew he shouldn’t tease, but twisted humor was all he had left. “Paul came by.” “I know, Dad, he’ll Continue Reading →

Stained – a novel

Quote

Had I of known each woman would forever leave her mark, change me with her sorrows and joys I might have passed. After all I have been a therapist for twenty years. Little could be said that I had not already heard in some form or another. And yet, with them each revelation touched my heart as though for the first time. Of course I am getting ahead of myself. I sometimes do.

– Idona (A Character)*

 *Snippet from Stained by Teresa Little

White Orchid

Flourishing in tropical heat, petals pink, splotched, violet, pale or bright, none can compare to simply white.