Whispered words tip toe across rumpled linen to nestle in her ear, “A broken heart is beautiful,” he said.
I could see she was weary, a shadow of her past. The light that had once shone from her eyes, now dimmed. Words failed her. She had emptied out a million little broken pieces. It was sad. She had been hurt so much, she accepted it. Her voice, a mere whisper, spoke. “When will we understand? To hurt one is to hurt all. This is … Read More
Her fingers brushed a stray lock of hair and tucked it behind my ear. She said, “Pink is a pretty colour, Lass.” A simple gesture yet profoundly intimate. I’d forgotten. It’s been so long since I felt my mother’s touch. ~ The Stranger
If only I could bring you back, start you over. I’d tell you: ‘worth’ isn’t a tailored suit, a fancy car, or the next big deal. It’s about the ones who sit with you in the dark, count stars, and hear you in your silence. It’s about the ones who find you, dust you off, and blast the radio in your car. … Read More
Paper Dolls Chapter 23 Draft 5 1965 Summertime. From somewhere down the street, the drone of a lawn mower’s engine was overheard. A dog barked and played an early morning game of fetch. Birdsong filled the air. Behind the sturdy beams that wrapped the walls of the Jacksons’ tidy house on 13th Street, two children patiently waited for their father. A small-sized travel … Read More
If you were a book, I’d slip upon the page and write you a hymn: To Love The text, an alchemy of lost, of found Shed tears and tangled blooms. I’ll write you a boulevard cradled by oak Swept up in a crescendo storm In an empty room, beneath an altar of glass, Captive, we’ll pray. Words dance through pain, tussle with greed, … Read More words
dropping into another scene~ Roy’s arms reached for her and he whispered to no one. They existed in two worlds. A pane of glass separated him from his reality and Ella. A Sarah Vaughn song lulled his thoughts: ‘Lover Man.’ Meanwhile life went on. He knew this truth. The kids needed new shoes, Jacqueline nagged about a leaking tap, and the garage waited … Read More A View From A Window
She was so close. Amber specks haloed the inky pupils of her eyes, glimmered, blind siding him. What was it about her face? Symmetrical yet one calculation off as if a sculptor’s cautious touch, slipped and pressed her left brow. This slight lent her a curious look, a spark of perpetual surprise. She listened to everything with a kind of mental squint. In youth, … Read More