Why Should I Be Unhappy?

To bloom is to be happy But are flowers happy? Do they feel the sun and smile? Or when they admire their own petals?   To bloom is to be happy Do I bloom? And if I don't, can I still smile? And if I don't, can I still be happy?   To bloom is... Continue Reading →


Il fait un temps de Toussaint

TAKE ONE The rain falls Steady Other times a sudden deluge Battering But it falls Always The dream fades Weary Sometimes there's a drop of hope Brightening But it fades Anyway TAKE TWO I watch for you to breathe, wondering yet again how we got to here.  What went so wrong?  The night is cold... Continue Reading →

WOE: Going for Gold

I am afraid that you're all going to have indulge me and put up with a whopping entry from me this week, I have been very good recently about respecting the word counts but this piece wanted to be a little larger.  I'm not sure yet how large because I actually wrote it down by... Continue Reading →

Trifecta: Normal

He bit excitedly into the apple, savouring the sweet juiciness even as it dribbled down his chin.  In his head, the world paused and focused on the delicious tastes and textures of the treat but his feet kept pace with the dirty, ragged shoal of boys as they twitched and swirled from one mischief to... Continue Reading →

WOE: Forbidden

He pushed open the heavy door and made his way to the counter, his motions as routine as brushing his teeth.  He glanced over the counter although he knew what he would order and the girl behind smiled at him, recognising a regular customer.  The early morning rush was over and done with and neither... Continue Reading →

WOE: Freedom

She slipped out of bed and into the clothes laying out ready on the chair in the corner of the room in movements so fluid and easy that the first uncomfortable niggle starting signalling that this was some disturbing unreality to her mind.  The clothes were High Street smart, simple, ordinary work clothes.  Then she... Continue Reading →

Trifecta: Thunder

The constant noise hammering into the soul. The shock and shudder of the whizz-bangs overhead. The overpowering stench burning in the nostrils. The seeping mud that oozed into everything. But they sat idle waiting for orders. Shortly though the word would come from up the line. The thunder of the big guns.

WOE: Core

The last time he visited it had been early fall, the first of the cooler days, and as usual, Ma Alwright had been sitting in her rocker, feet on the railing, watching the world go by.  As he climbed the increasingly rickety steps to the porch, he passed the steady line of apple cores balanced... Continue Reading →

Trifecta: Confidence

She carefully spooned the sauce over the pasta before carefully balancing an artful sprig of basil on top then studied the result, her perfectionist streak and pride gratified yet still wondering whether she was going to ridiculous lengths to please.  She carried the dish over to the table and placed it meticulously centre on the... Continue Reading →

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