Going for a Walk

Originally posted on Dreams from a Pilgrimage:
I will see cherry blossoms today dancing lightly in the April breeze crenellated puffs of softest pink jostling, welcoming, anticipating meetings under the arch-browed branches: where petals scamper round the feet of once deplete, now wealthy hearts surfeit with delight not won, but given in sweet abandon from…

Mr. Roe

Mr. Roe Ellie looked so stricken that Tommy was afraid to leave. Although they were ghosts, invisible, there was still agency in that spirit that it was best not to leave unguarded. Ellie’s eyes burned as she leaned over the bed where her husband-in-life lay. The room was stifled with sickness, but a cold breezeContinue reading “Mr. Roe”

In the Dark

In the Dark (406 Words) It is not quiet in the dark. “Hold me, Ellis.” Jeremy’s voice is strange. It is strained, compressed. We are already close in our hiding place, already touching, but he is turned away from me and my arms are folded across my chest, under my chin, in the curve ofContinue reading “In the Dark”

Elyse

Elyse (502 Words) “Dear heart, why do you hide yourself?” He cradled her gloved hand in both his own, his sharp face earnest. The wrappings beside him stirred in sudden discomfort, and the hand he held strained momentarily to free itself. “I don’t know,” said Elyse. “Sweet one, tell me. Or better still, let meContinue reading “Elyse”

The House that Wouldn’t Let Go

The House that Wouldn’t Let Go (193 Words) They sincerely tried to escape the house. But when the wheel popped clean off of Grandpa’s carefully maintained car—a car that had outlived countless relatives and was taken care of with all the tenderness of a baby—they knew they weren’t going anywhere. “Dad’s going to kill me,”Continue reading “The House that Wouldn’t Let Go”

Saving the World To Lose It #writephoto

Saving the World to Lose It (688 Words) They said he asked for me often; that his prayers were full of my name, the mock self-portrait I had given crumpled at his heart. He wept often—it was his weakness, the illness. He cried for me, but it was the pain coupled with fever that directedContinue reading “Saving the World To Lose It #writephoto”