The Beat of Your Heart #flashfiction

I was told you could feel something that’s gone

It’s called phantom pain

Often it has to do with the sense of pain when a limb is severed

The body never wants to let go

I felt near my heart where there was nothing

Then why do I still  hear the beat of your heart ?


This is a short fiction written for G-Man for Friday.


Photography  by Jessica


Change in the Weather #flashfiction

The sky turned from grey to radiant blue in an instant

“What is in the horizon?” she called to her friend.

“Clear skies here. Must be a fluke. It will pass” she said with familiar cheer.

When grey turned to an ominous, black vacuum she called again

“Dont go out” the phone went dead.

The weather has turned but never fear Flash Fiction is here. Join the folks and the cheerful host from coast to coast aka G-Man.

Happy Friday and clear skies to all!!!

All in a … #flashfiction

The wind blew my

hat off caught by a

bird who  took a crap on my

head which was running

away with my thoughts that

congealed with the

cat vomit on my

dinnerplate where

I wasn’t paying attention too

late it had ended as it

started with my glasses

in the toilet

what a


Please join with myself and others as we write flash fiction – hosted by Mr Know it all

Love’s Hang Up #flashfiction

“You said you were coming for the weekend.”

“I’m sorry I have to work honey.”

ring ring ring “I no longer yearn to hear your voice dialing disappointment.”

Click …

feelings teetering on a carriage of cooling emotions

It’s too late to speak to my heart

The last plug was disconnected by your meaningless calls

This is entered with other flash fiction at G-Man’s. Thank you to Gman and all who participate in Friday Flash Fiction


Photography – Stock Photography

One Night #flashfiction

On a night bound for no where

Two lonely hearts collided

“For this night love me” she implored

He felt a careening heat

expelled desire  he’d never known

When he reluctantly shook sleep from his head

He wondered if a storm front had passed thru the night and reorganized his room

Had it been real?

I’m joining in on a writing site that inspires fiction in 55 words. It is hosted by G-Man aka Mr. Know it All.

Your Sorrow Follows Me #poetry

I saw them

The tears I had wept

Trailing from my broken heart

watering this cold floor

with no where to hide

they had remained

a bitter reminder

of you

what we had loved through


I heard            my cries

as if they had just escaped


will they forever

haunt me?


Wetting my cheek

once again with sorrow

I am prostrate

on the airport tiles

reclaiming heartbreak

memories left behind

I turn and face your pleading heart

stumbling over the ghost of despair

I had left there


Love’s barren portrait

etched for all time

on our personal wailing wall

a place where lovers reunite

where we said our final “goodbye”

Photography: Stockphotos