Friday, February 21, 2014

In Our Hearts Forever

Copyright – David Stewart

It’s the fragrance of the flowers that reminds you of him.  The masses of pink, red and orange swaying in the afternoon breeze against the backdrop of the blue sky framed by the mountains he loved. 

‘I am planting them now, so that they will be blooming when you visit’, he said.

Drawn by the red blooms next to the bell that hangs in the complex you move in for a closer inspection.  It is the red corn poppy - the flower of remembrance –a symbol of eternal sleep.  It’s bursting with life while he remains in our hearts forever.


Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

I struggled to write this week as we grappled with what life had to offer.  In the end this was written in memory of my wife's brother Rahul who passed away this week on Thursday, an hour after he had talked about the flowers he had planted for our impending visit in December.

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

A Toast To Remember

Copyright: janet-webb
Here’s to us sweetheart a toast to remember those years.  All I have left are the memories, the digital photos and the portrait that he made of you.  An act of intimacy that made you forsake our staid life together.

The suspicious Inspector visited again yesterday.  I offered him the Sangria I had made.  My version has red wine, fruit juices, soda water, fruit and sometimes brandy.  I leave it to chill overnight letting the flavours blend into the drink. Stored in a large pitcher and served over ice.  A discerning man he commented on its rich full-bodied taste.


Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 99

Wednesday, February 05, 2014

You Light Up My Life

Copyright – Dawn M. Miller
I hear them whispering behind my back, slyly casting innuendos while I breathe in the maliced air.

“That Alice, she is a strange one”, they say, “No time for people but babbles to her collection of lamps instead”.

The art of conversation is dead these days.  No one talks anymore, they just send inane texts. So I make these lamps myself.  Jane over there, she is pink and curvaceous.  A veritable Marilyn Monroe of lamps.

Aaron is smooth, muscular and radiating power.

Betty struggled when I threw her in the kiln yesterday. Look at her now, all soft and feminine. 


Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100