The Atlantic rain hammers the windows, in the grey skies the birds are still, hesitant. Is it the impossible memory, the fear to forget, to ignore, someday to face the nightmare, in our lives? Those who deny, wrote Primo Levy, are ready to start again. Is it possible? But then we know, in our … Continue reading Low Light #HolocaustMemorialDay
They land in waves, silent and lethal. It starts with this crippling feeling in the arms, the shoulders, then the vice at the back of the neck. The throat is soon paralysed, breathing becomes a struggle. Soon the only respite is sleep, assisted by Codeine. Their numbers are beyond mathematics: maleficent molecules to the … Continue reading Multitude
A flight of seagulls, dubious crows observing, Pale blue sky, paper-white clouds And that light in the bare branches: Time for a new chapter...
Tell us your funniest relationship disaster story. She was hot, not the provocative sort, but of the unmissable type. We observed each other for a while. The skies were low, the air cold. She wore sheepskin and high boots. I had a sense that she would take the initiative: she did. Once in my … Continue reading #DailyPrompt: Third Rate Romance #WritersWednesday
Your local electronics store has just started selling time machines, anywhere doors, and invisibility helmets. You can only afford one. Which of these do you buy, and why? "Really, I don't know what you would do with a time machine!" she said, laughing, "even without one, you creep back on the past all the … Continue reading Pick your gadget #DailyPost #WritersWednesday
By the pen, By the sword...
the year of forgiveness and love Image: Edouard Boubat - Jardin du Luxembourg, Paris, 1952, via http://oldalbum.tumblr.com
In response to The Daily Post's writing prompt: "Secret Admirers." I do not need a sign, I know where this came from and it is charming, unexpected, seductive... But there is no time left, even for us, to reflect on the living when we, both, have long gone. Image: Ruth Bernhard – Female Nude with … Continue reading #DailyPrompt: Secret Admirers #WritersWednesday
The place suited them, him, and his owl. The owl too loved the wilderness, the immense skies, the many creatures who inhabited the desert. They had their routine. Before their night visit to the mountain, he would dismantle his weapon, in total obscurity, a puerile exercise practised eons ago, in the academy. Then, slowly, his long … Continue reading November retreat #WritersWednesday #amwriting
Where shall we go now? I know, along the tree-lined streets of our memories, now full of young people of all ages, the façades of the houses from time to time displaying the scars of the great battle, to ensure we remember... Slowly, we retrace our steps, all those years past, and the ghosts wonder how … Continue reading #VisDare 119: Omitted #WritersWednesday #150