“I’m sorry Sruni.” I reach across the table to brush her hand, but mine passes through hers. She glances at me and brushes away the tear. Her faces eases back to a neutral expression as she sits back in the chair, smoothing the waterfall of worm-weave fabric where it pools in her lap. “It’s all … More February Flashbacks: Days Ten and Eleven
“I’m happy for you.” She smiled. “Thank you Life Weaver. Your questions?” I glanced at the paper in front of me and chuckled. “Well, my next questions are about freedom, and about fear. Do you hold the reins or are chains still holding you back? What fears still haunt you?” Sruni grinned then her … More February Flashbacks: Days Eight and Nine
“So as I wait for that blush to fade, I’d like you to talk about something that faded and something that finally happened.” Sruni narrowed her eyes then chuckled, cheeks flushing with color again. “I’d better start talking then or I’ll just keep blushing.” She stood and paced for a moment before standing with her … More February Flashback: Days Six and Seven
For the fourth hour in a row she stared at the blank screen. A year’s work. Gone. The lights in her house. Gone. The power. Gone. Nothing worked. Anywhere. She’d run inside and hid, fearing what people might do now that communications were down. Nothing had happened. No screaming or shouting like in the movies. … More Writing Prompt: Blank Stare
“Yes, that answered my question.” “Can I go now?” “No. I have-” “Enough already! I want to go home.” She slapped the table top with her palms. “You have no right to detain me. I am a free woman. I have rights.” “You aren’t in Lasdevan, Miss Navar.” She glared at me across the table, … More February Flashback: Day Three
The meteor pictures filled one wall of the basement in Raphael Sorensen’s house. Hundreds of images, all labeled with tiny post-it notes detailing the date, time and distance of the meteor. Hunched over his desk Mr. Sorenson was tapping away at his keyboard. A cup of coffee sat abandoned beside his mousepad. He was checking the … More Writing Prompt: What a character!
“Sruni, would you talk to me about a first for you? Something that was important and memorable.” She leaned forward, placing her chin in her hand. “What’s the point of these questions? ” “Please just answer.” She rolls her eyes. “Significant first something. Well, I suppose a first that sticks out for me is the … More Fiction Flashback February: Day Two
It’s hard to believe, but sitting on this island with no ships in sight I suppose there is very little beyond possibility. Even the chain rubbing a hole in my ankle isn’t entirely beyond belief. Although. I suppose since I was a King only yesterday that is a bit more difficult to conceive. The story? … More Writing Prompt: who, what, when, where…and why not?
Remembering 9/11: 11 years old … More Never Forget, 9/11 as an 11 year old
His body ached as the horse slowed to a walk down the cobbled street. It had been another long night without reward and the search was beginning to feel futile. He’d seen the dawn for the third time this week and was no closer to discovering the men who were behind the high profile muggings … More “My Next Door Neighbor”, Edmund Blair Leighton, 1894