Caffeine Overdose

 

Long sensuous fingers caress the horse’s mane

I watch, unable to tear my eyes away.

He leans closer, face inches from mine, whispers huskily

‘Coffee?’

I blush.
 
 
A little girl calls out, ‘Daddy?? Mommy needs you. Bridle’s broken!’

 
 
I’d rather drink Tea.

 

Her Choice

He’d left her.

And she’d slumped on the couch for days, lifeless.

Today, she washed her hair, removed the wedding ring.

Attended theater, learnt salsa.

She found out it was a matter of choice.

To live, laugh, be happy.

Even when alone

Unfinished Business

Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at Addicted to Purple

10th July, 2015

Photo Prompt – ©Stephen Baum

PHOTO PROMPT © Stephen Baum

“Angie, it’s best that we don’t prolong his suffering,” said my brother gently.

A freak accident, and my Gerry lay in a deep coma, surrounded by strange tubes, hooked to monitors that beeped. The doctors said there was no ‘hope’, and it would be ‘practical’ to turn off life support.

I wouldn’t let them.

I need you. I am pregnant. You must come back. For me. For our baby.

I whispered to him. Every day. For six months.

Later, he said he remembered seeing a bright light. And hearing happy laughter.

I always knew it wasn’t his time to die.

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Word Count: 100

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Fever

I lay in bed, exhausted, burning with fever.

A crash of pots, pans.

“Darling, omelette, dry toast. We ran out of butter,” he grins sheepishly, handing me the tray.

Then, he looks at me, eyes like smouldering embers.

I am in love.

Participating Entry – YeahWrite #221 Microstories Challenge

Prompt:
Answer this question in exactly 42 words
“How Hot Is It?”

Two Hours

Sudden thud. Elevator comes to a standstill for two hours.

The Exes.

Achingly alone. Together.

He yearns to hold her, she wants to melt.

He takes a step closer, his warm breath on her face.

Should she tell him about the baby?

Participating Entry – YeahWrite #219 Microstories Challenge

Prompt:
Answer this question in exactly 42 words
“What’s on the Other Side?”

For the very first time, my entry features in the Top Row (First Five)
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Yeah Write Weekly Challenges feature some of the best bloggers and writers from across the globe, whose creative takes on the prompt and wordplay never cease to amaze me. And inspire me.

Thank you so much – bloggers, readers and the talented bunch that feature on the grid
For all the positivity and feedback I receive every single week.

00:00 Hours

Giggles, whispers in the girls’ dorm.

Chocolate cake, potato chips, ginger ale.

Muted squeal: ‘Idiot, you’re standing on my chess-board!’

Kruger trots in, tail wagging, followed by Floyd, the bantam goat.

Camp season midnight feasts. No woof woof, just cuddles and crumbs.

Participating Entry – YeahWrite #217 Microstories Challenge

Prompt:
Answer this question in exactly 42 words
“Why didn’t the dog bark?”

That Warm Fuzzy Feeling

Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at Addicted to Purple

5th June, 2015

Photo Prompt – © C. Hase

PHOTO PROMPT - © C. Hase

“Mommy, what’s that?” she asks, pointing at the rusty old anchor chain.

Should I give her the usual rational explanation?

I didn’t.

“Sweetheart, you know that warm fuzzy feeling when a puppy looks at you, a baby suddenly flashes a gummy smile, a horse trustingly lifts its hoof so you can remove that stone? The chain represents that feeling. It’s called Love. Timeless, eternal, yet strong enough to keep you anchored at all times.”

Her small hand links with mine, as we both turn and look at Love. Ruggedly beautiful against the backdrop of jagged rocks, rough seas, pristine sands.

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Word Count: 100

It’s my Birthday on 5th June.

As I look back on the last 43 years of my life, I know it’s love that has kept me anchored, no matter how stormy the seas.
I dedicate this piece to my 12 year old daughter and my husband.