BURN! BURN!

Friday Fictioneers – Rachel Wisoff-Fields

PHOTO PROMPT © Anshu Bhojnagarwala

Burn! Burn!

I got the book, ‘How to Declutter’.
My memories too precious for the charity shops, I prayed and heaped them on my bonfire.
Good riddance I thought, there is no turning back now.
I felt elated and mentally free from all those things. You know all the stuff which you said we really, really need, but never did.
Victoria’s secrets still in their packaging. Celebrity Cook books. Tons of clothes, once worn gowns. Shoes. Photographs from the wedding. Files and files of solicitors’ letters.
Burn! Burn!
I cleansed and purified my home, mind and soul.
Hell! I still miss you.

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Let the Stars Decide

Friday Fictioneers -Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

PHOTO PROMPT © Renee Heath

Let the Stars Decide.

Meghan steered the Pickup onto the road and accelerated away.
Last night they had watched the meteorite shower rain across the sky and spoke of romance and the future of the universe. Their future.
John and Jeff insisted a weekend away from all distractions, she had to decide.
She loved them both, but marriage! So insistent – John or Jeff.
Which one, they were both solvent, attractive and ideal, which one?
Damn it!
Didn’t they understand the meaning of a free spirit?
She buried her feelings with them beneath the tepee. Soul mates for ever.
Meghan sped away, free at last.

If the Boots Don’t Fit.

Rochelle Wisoff-Fields – Friday Fictioneers.

If the Boots Don’t Fit

A warm still day; they were a gift.
They hurt his feet, he had said, amazingly his hat fell into the lake.
He swam after it and from the other side he waved, not even goodbye.
How long should she wait? She had said yes; then he wasn’t sure.
She should have said no.
She heard he had a job in Kentucky, drifting with cattle.
Mary-Anne was two today, she needs a father.
How long could they wait? If only she had said no.
Tomorrow she’ll wed a loving man, one who fills the boots with honesty.
She can’t wait.

Murder on the Express

Friday Fictioneers – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple

PHOTO PROMPT © Dawn M. Miller

Murder on the Express

He saw her alone in the compartment and went in.
She was exquisitely beautiful, young and naïve. Her diamond necklace, those earrings and that fur coat would sell for ten year’s rent. He’ll take them in the tunnel.

He was handsome with a charming smile and looking for company on a long journey, she thought. Something was wrong, a premonition and itch in her new Louboutin stilettos.
The train rattled into the darkness.

At her stop, she wiped the blood from her shoe. Kissed his forehead above the blooded hole. “Goodbye,” she laughed, “what a shame.”

Dream Marriage

Friday Fictioneers – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

Dream Marriage

If we sail before the sun’s up, we’ll cross the Indian Ocean and be in Australia for dinner.
You’re right David, imagine kangaroo steaks.
Charles don’t encourage him, it’s another impossible dream, it’ll come to nothing.
Why not darling, we should sail to Australia.
Darling, at our age we need rest not big ideas.
Mary, we are as young as our hearts, it’ll be a dream adventure.
Darling David, we’ve had a lovely evening, let’s sleep on it.
Remember the day we first met.
Yes, funny enough I rejected you.
Your exact words were, ‘In your dreams David McClusky.’

Unrequited Love

Friday Fictioneers

 

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Unrequited Love
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.

The Return

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Friday Fictioneers   (slightly late this week, enjoy)

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The Return.

Shrouded in monsoon mist along the Chakkar Road, Jazlaan viewed the ruined and dilapidated house. Seventy years ago, Partition had driven her family away. 

Still, in the kitchen, she smelled the warmth of cardamom and cinnamon sizzling in ghee and heard echoes of children lamenting in Urdu. Dust, like Chapatti flour, covered over the floors.

Mould consumed damp walls, the moths her gowns. What wealth and chattels she saved were left to grandchildren now, or burned on her pyre. The silver blacken mirror on the wall reflected her joy as she brushed her gossamer hair. 

Her spirit was home.

Romeo and Juliet – Cancun Style

Three Line Tales, Week 115

Romeo and Juliet – Cancun style.

photo by Ronaldo Santos via Unsplash

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.

Last night I dreamt of Carmen.

Carmen. 100 word Wednesday

Image by Heather Sanders

Good morning sunshine, you make my heart sting.
Cycling along to meet Carmen waiting by the falls.
My darling Carmen what secret do you have to tell?
I’m coming, cycling as fast as I can, I’m coming.
Please wait, I’m coming, I’m cycling as fast as I can.
What is it? What do you have to tell me, waiting by the falls?
I’m coming, cycling as fast as I can, I’m coming.
I see you smiling, crying. What is it? Keep away from the falls.
I’m coming, cycling as fast as I can, I’m coming.
I am cycling as fast as I can, tears rolling down my cheeks.
I wake, let me sleep, let me cycle. Every night Carmen waits.
I cycled as fast as I could.
Good morning sunshine. You make my heart sting.

 

A Secret Lover’s Diary

Three Line Tales Week, Week 88.

Photo -Kira auf der Head

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.