Do you appreciate how I enhance your life? Providing miracles as if done by magical hands, as an unsung hero I work to deliver your dreams and sooth away the mayhem of your hopeless stress.
I’d laugh with joy and happiness as you open my gifts, and even sit up with you through the nights to nurse away your fever and flu. Do you notice?
The explosion took my leg during the marathon, but now all you see is the prosthetic and sigh with pity.
Yet, I have not changed and remain the same; your loving, unappreciated invisible man.
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Oh Janice, why are you here? I’ll let you rest, I’ll let you be.
Let me massage your weary feet, as you tell me where you have been.
You slept in ditches beneath hedgerows and counted stars to help you sleep.
You’ve travel through forests and barren deserts, while dreaming of my warmth.
You swam the Zambezi? – No! – I didn’t abandon you, look you are here now.
You cannot live without me and have travelled the world for my love.
Here let me make you chicken soup and then a soapy bath.
What now? Sorry, Janice, I never loved you.
100 Word Wednesday: Week 66
A holiday of our lifetime, she said.
Those words ring in my mind and at night the howler monkeys join in.
This trek, to meet the Sapanahua tribe deep in the Amazon forest, has become a nightmare.
Janet left a note; “I need time to myself to follow a different path in my career. Sorry, but it’s goodbye George.” She took the canoe and supplies.
What a headache I had after the ayahuasca tea she made and I slept like a log. It’s been twelve days and the Sapanahua are tracking me. Are they friendly or like me, very hungry?
Three Line Tales, Week 115
Romeo and Juliet – Cancun style.
Oh Pedro my spider man, at last we are alone.
Si, me amor, let us elope my darling Rosita, while we are young.
The door! Quick, the cup, Pedrito. My father is home.
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Warning, sinister tone.
Marcel Loves Christine.
Marcel watched Christine from his vantage point. He slammed his binoculars into his backpack. Tears welled, he pinched his nose to check his anger as revenge rattled down his spine.
Forgiveness for Christine, but the man must be eliminated. He means nothing and like the others will die.
Previous girls squirmed and bled, because they wouldn’t love him.
Marcel craved Christine.
He watches and stalks, close, behind her in the bus, in the supermarket aisle. He smells her and urges to stroke her body, to drink in her aura. Marcel is convinced she loves him, but she doesn’t know; YET!.
100 Word Wednesday – Bikurgurl
A friend in need
Diane’s right, it’s lonely on that ranch by Alpine Springs.
She couldn’t ride in her condition; on the trail rounding up wild shorthorns around Badger Creek.
It sure broke my heart to see her cry when we lost our unborn.
Where the hell was I when she needed me!
Two weeks, branding them darn bullocks.
Burned my heart beyond despair as she told me, her pretty face all gutted up.
She’s a tough one, still I guess we need to mourn.
Tobacco Joe handed me one of his retriever pups.
Hope Diane’s still home and not left for Denver.
My Darling Morag – Only 100 Words
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My Darling Morag
In a fit of magical rage, an act of indignant revenge, I cursed my darling Morag for her infidelity. I transformed my wife, whom I still love, into this docile bovine creature. She was once a beautiful red head, wild and feisty in her youth, see how she has matured to a tough and horny beast.
Each morning I stroke her head and I cringe at my rash decision – I kiss her sloppy nose and I promise, I will return to Hogwarts and complete my wizardly training.
First, I must deal with Angus. I’m thinking, perhaps a slimy fire-bellied toad.
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Tagged Gedichte, Highland Cows, Hogwarts, Humour, Relationships, romance, Short Stories, Wizards, Writing
Rochelle Wisoff- Fields. Friday Fictioneers.
Photo by Sarah Ann Hall
Every Piece a Memory
Early morning when I am alone I think of you.
Do you remember when we argued in the flea market, and I bartered furiously to please you. My reward, a glowing smile and a hug like mulled wine on a frosty day.
You saw ‘must have bargains’ and I told you I couldn’t carry any more, you pecked my cheek. I was annoyed lugging them through the Underground. Now, every piece is a memory, each one a moment when we laughed. Each you begged for, and whether you won or lost, your collection grew with our unfathomable love.
I miss you.
Character Absorption – 100 Word Wednesday
“Mary sobbed, more dreadful news from Vietnam, and she switched off the radio. She dried her face, now she would make the same breakfast she had once shared with Abe.”
Elizabeth slammed the novel shut. ‘Wait!’ she rushed off and returned to the garden with pancakes and strawberries.
Like Mary, she tasted the sweet softness and warmth of chocolate, the cool refreshing juice from the strawberries and she wiped Abe’s lips with a napkin – Would they ever see him again?
“Mary’s hair, blown by the hot prairie wind, flapped around her face. She watched a dust cloud race across the plain and screech to a stop by the porch. A solemn faced priest and a soldier came towards her. She gasped.”
Elizabeth gulped and spilled her coffee turning the last page.
“It was Abe. Mary threw herself into his arms. The priest gave a small cough.”
Elizabeth sucked a strawberry through her lips.
““Mary Charlene Baxter, will you marry me.” Abe held out a glistening ring.”
Tears rolled down Elizabeth’s cheeks and mingled with the chocolate sauce dripping from her chin – ‘Yes’ she screamed.
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Three Line Tales Week, Week 88.
A Secret Lover’s Diary.
My intensity is afraid and when you read my words don’t judge me as a fool.
But every day I have written about my desires and dreams, and of your beauty.
Please; my secrets will remain invisible until you breathe life on my pages.
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Tagged Flash Fiction, Gedichte, melancholy, Mystery, Relationships, romance, Romantic, Three Line Tales