The rain has not stopped, and as you walk through the room, your long hair falling on those beloved shoulders, I think of the day you came back. That day, as today, the reflection of the grey clouds, the low sunlight, played on your face: the face of a long lost lover, who came back, on … Continue reading #DailyPrompt: Twenty-Five Seven
As ever, she was pleased to see him, and could sense how much her visit meant to him. She delighted in the stories he was telling her, followed the spell of his voice, watching his lips intently: she knew of her power over him, and she knew how much she was at his mercy, without him knowing. … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Confusion (for Pâris)
Inspired by Take my Hunger, Inkubus SukkubusYour love is crashing through my veins,I do not know where, when it will stop,I don't want it to stop - I seek the forever,And you, I know, you seek this blood,Still human, for a few more days,Perhaps... And then I will be like you:A deathless monster.Image: Max Ernst ~ … Continue reading #DailyPrompt: Opening lines
On the small balcony he looked at the slow traffic down on the street: the city was near silent, in a thin mist of rain. He would take a picture of the buildings, at the junction, this time on a high enough aperture to see the drops falling, and the dream-like quality of the scenery. … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Rain
In memoriam: Pauline Réage I read the words, the sentences, slowly turn the pages: your novel. Looking back, through the mist of time, I imagine you, at night, under the feeble light of post-war Europe, patiently moving your pen along the lines, writing for him, just for him. The woman you invented, was she you, was … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Pages
Continuing the never-ending dialogue with those elusive characters, it is my pleasure to hand over the pen to Susan, perhaps the most sinful creation of this writer's delirious imagination. I dislike your introduction: yes, I recognise that you have placed me in situations that many readers may find distasteful. But, pray, remember that yesterday's taboos are today's fads, … Continue reading #SundayMusing: Susan holds the pen
His mind was set long ago: to please her, to make himself the indispensable lover. He knows his way, the meaning of her scent. His, is the gentleness, the patience, the obedience of a true believer. Hers, the certainty of finding the summit, of savouring love in all its glory.
The small boat rested on the sand bank, shallow waters rippled by the light wind. She thought of the days spent aboard, alone, the hopes the journey had raised. She was there now, standing immobile as a statue. In a few hours they would be reunited: her hero, his mermaid, as he used to call … Continue reading #VisDare 64: Awash
Weather and people's moods... Sunlight brightens her soul, then she's sweetness and grace. Low clouds and signs of rain and her eyes go misty: away with her dreams, lost to us. Thunder and high winds push her yet further away, in a corner of her kingdom inaccessible to mortals. Gaia is her maiden name. Image: … Continue reading #DailyPost: Climate Control #Fifty
Hers: Hidden, but no less enticing...