Thursday photo prompt "Those worn steps," she said as they stood in front of their door, "speak of our story..." She was right, but he was pleased there was then no-one to hear, or see them. How could they explain? They were coming home, after so many years. Years? Ney, decades, or worse. This … Continue reading Worn #writephoto
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A tale of two worlds
Recently I have indulged in some fantasy. This is the story of a man who appears to live in two very different places, with the same companion. He sensed she’d moved out of the room and must be in the kitchen, making coffee, as every morning. Here, in the city near the sea, their … Continue reading A tale of two worlds
Is there still such a thing as a good (Vampire) story?
I wrote this post as a quick flash response to #writephoto, and then thought I could build a bit more on the story. But this genre, pace Interview, has been flogged so many times that I have my doubts. Nonetheless the follow-up is here, but one word of warning: some adult content! At this point … Continue reading Is there still such a thing as a good (Vampire) story?
Murmur #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt "They are swarming, soon they will fly away toward those trees..." I said, "And disappear beyond those clouds..." you replied. It was the end of the long day, we would soon pack for the night, fold the tent, get ready for the hunt. Soon we would need to feed, even if … Continue reading Murmur #writephoto
Open #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt She had received the invitation just two days before. She knew the place, it had a rather dark reputation. But then, one had to chose: the appeal of the dark side, or the fear of the unknown. This was an old house, surrounded by ancient trees. She was not surprised the … Continue reading Open #writephoto
Insomnia #3TC
Three Things Challenge: PL36 insomnia - meringue - basement She knew what he liked, what he liked about her, his favourite drink, his taste for violence and meringue. She knew he would ask her to run a hot bath, prepare his Jack Dianel's on rocks, attend to his needs in his insomnia. Down, in the … Continue reading Insomnia #3TC
Tranquil #writephoto
Thursday photo prompt "What am I for you?" I heard the question, almost a whisper, but I thought I was alone. I knew this corner of the lake well, a favourite for poets and lovers in the summer. I looked around, quietness and tranquillity, the surface of the water reflected the foliage... "I know … Continue reading Tranquil #writephoto
Keepsake #3TC
Three Things Challenge PL16 Today’s prompt: filter, keepsake, salad The apartment is so empty, the sky so low, the morning so quiet. Near the coffee machine, behind the filter box, I have hidden a keepsake of her presence, here, one summer night. I look at that bit of silk, black, introvert, provocative. Tender was that … Continue reading Keepsake #3TC
Remains #writephoto
Remains He had come to the city, perhaps even unaware, only to write the story. It was about love, of course, or rather loves, lost, found again, unreconciled. That was two years back. The story, like a forgotten symphonie, was now left, unfinished, unpolished, and even, dare we say, unloved. Something, someone, was missing, … Continue reading Remains #writephoto
Urge to stay #fivewords
Weekly Writing Challenge #127 She answered his wish, his urge to spend another year in the City, among the ghosts, in the parks, on the banks of the river: yet he knew she would soon crave the sight of another river, the high cliff, her sister the Mermaid. At night he would listen to … Continue reading Urge to stay #fivewords
