First love (lust) is sweet. Midnight phone calls, hearts pounding between the kisses. Haiku Friday with my friend Lou of LouCeel. C’mon Join in! Copyright – Danny Bowman He knew he might wake her but he just needed to tell her. So he slid a quarter into the metallic hole…
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A black cloud of misunderstanding had descended over them while Darcy’s mother followed her from room to room; silently crashing into the exasperated sighs she kept throwing over her shoulder. Time to change tactics she mused. “Mom!” she stopped abruptly and spun around, “Stop being so… so… sooooo pedantic about this!” Darcy savored the satisfied…
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This image courtesy of F3D3.86 via Flickr Creative Commons Mr. Abernathy had a deliberate gait. He did not stride or stroll. Instead his walking stick tapped out his arrival like Morse code on the linoleum near the nurse’s station. His bow tie was magenta, a crisp white shirt peeked out from beneath a…
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Sit awhile with me. Sipping cocktails, divulging all your sweet secrets. Joining my wonderful friend Lou of LouCeel for Haiku Friday. 17 syllables of sweetness. Join us: c’mon you know you want to. Picture: Copyright by the talented Ted Strutz I watch her stir the drink with her fingertip and then trace…
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Hattie couldn’t breathe; just the simple act of inhaling and exhaling air was draining her energy. The phone hung loosely in her hand and she stared at it, even as the far away voice coming through the speaker continued its tirade of vicious, hateful words. She apologized, fought back, even cajoled with a…
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April woke up, startled and half dressed. Reaching up to scratch her temple she gasped when her fingers got tangled in a mess of synthetic blonde curls until she remembered the costume party last night. Tugging at the flimsy sheet she slid it from under her sleeping partner and wrapped it around herself. Wandering around…
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Gabrielle woke up groggy. The feeling was reminiscent of college hangovers but she was sure she’d never finished her martini last night. Oh she moaned, holding her head in her hands as she remembered the car ride home with Bud in the back of the Limo.Champagne on an empty stomach was never a good…
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In High School I had a Chemistry/Physics teacher who was a bit of a stickler for “showing your work. “ Many of my classmates, those who science & math skills came most easy to, hmmed and hahhed . They assured her that they didn’t need to navigate their way to the answer. Instead they were…
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