loss
love
and breaker of hearts
how did we drift apart
so easily
when we relied on each other
when we fought
for each other
when we melded so completely
in the night
beneath the stars
what was ours
who knew
it could shatter
blood
drops
love
lost
gone
Love
Hearts (excerpt – NaNo WIP)
The marriage was doomed to remain childless. Paul had gone into it hoping he could change Vicki’s mind, though she’d never wanted kids. He built them a home in the suburbs, one with a big back yard and three bedrooms, but one day when Paul was at work, Vicki called a landscaping company to come and build a giant deck with a pool. The next day she painted over the pastel sheep in what would have been the nursery and turned the room into her office.
Perhaps never having to worry about money caused boredom in their marriage, maybe Vicki was never meant to settle down. When Paul finally acquiesced to allowing a third person into their bed, it was the beginning of the end.
Breaking Up
Some women deal with their break-ups by drinking wine, some surround themselves with friends and plot how they’re going to let the air out of their ex’s tires. Me, I’m celebrating with a giant bag of Doritos, a bottle of Coke, and a horror movie.
Jeremy was not a nice guy. He started out okay, as most guys do. Why else would I have dated him in the first place? But as time went on he started in with the digs about my weight. We’d be in bed and he’d squeeze my hips and say things like, “That must be the pizza we had tonight,” or “Have you been sneaking chocolate bars again?” I ignored it for the longest time. But eventually it wears on a gal.
Nope, I’m glad Jeremy’s gone. And now I can sit here with my Doritos and not have to deal with the insults. The fact that I burned off a load of calories burying his body in the back yard makes me feel all that much better.
Dear Diary – Millions
October 21/16
Dear Diary
“Of all the millions of fish in the sea, you’re the one I want.”
You know how many guys have said that to me over the years? Of course you do. You’re my diary. I should go back and count. Because all of them? Were lying.
Today Jimmy said it. Jimmy of all people. I could look into his blue eyes and almost believe it.
Should I, Diary? Is he really “The One”? I guess we’ll see.
No Trust
Lisa had been led to believe that when her ailing rich uncle finally passed away, she would receive a trust fund until she reached the age of twenty-five. Whether it was because he died before he had a chance to place a restriction on her inheritance, or he never meant to in the first place, would never be known. All Lisa DID know was that in the space of a day she’d gone from packing her work lunches in brown paper bags, to being able to quit her job and live in luxury.
Although walking away from the daily grind at the office was tempting, she decided not to. Instead, she kept her job and bought a house on the posh side of town. Right next door to Roland, the flashiest, most eligible bachelor within a hundred miles. In Lisa’s opinion, it was the only drawback of the whole deal.
Author’s note: Until October the 31st, I’m going to try to use this space to create possible beginnings for my 2016 NaNoWriMo project. In the tags below, you’ll see the genre I’m considering for the above story. Feedback is welcome.
Fire
It started and ended with a candle. If foresight had told me you’d burn down the house on my thirty-first birthday, would I have fallen for you that fateful night at Stella’s Steakhouse and Grill?
Just the fact that we ever got together was a miracle. My date–Lester? Leonard? I can never remember his name–and I were sitting by the window and you and whats-her-name were across the aisle. All through dinner I admired your profile in the candlelight. When you weren’t turning to gawk at me, that is. I recall feeling so sorry for her. She noticed the attraction between us. Lestard was oblivious.
It wasn’t until later that night as we walked along the boardwalk in the moonlight, hand-in-hand, that you told me you’d been on a blind date. I lied. The fact that I was engaged to a guy whose name escapes me tells me even now that you and I were meant to be. For whatever reason.
Author’s note: Until October the 31st, I’m going to try to use this space to create possible beginnings for my 2016 NaNoWriMo project. Feedback is welcome.
Break
“I want to break through.”
“Don’t you mean you want to break free?”
“Ooooh, there’s an idea.”
“See? You DO need me!”
“I don’t need you. In fact, I’ve fallen in love.”
“Really?”
“Mmhmm. I’ve fallen in love for the first time. This time I know it’s for real.”
“You’ve fallen in love?”
“God knows. And that’s why I’ve got to break through.”
“Free.”
“Right. Free.”
humanity – haiku
for all the beauty
celebrate what we have now
gone in an instant
Hiroshima sunrise
Creation
Tired of waiting, for you
(whoever you are)
to come into my life,
I shall create you.
I will knit for you, a cape
(made of feathers)
to drape upon your shoulders,
to give you form.
I will dream for you, a castle
(with a dragon)
so that you may rescue me,
and kiss me awake.
I will sing for you, a song
(full of love)
to rouse you into dance,
so that you may hold me.
I will bake for you, a feast
(of drool-worthy delectables)
and get you drunk on wine,
and whisk you away.
Ah, but to knit, a cape
(castle, song, feast)
for a love such as yours,
is a labour of a lifetime
yet unfinished
Linda G. Hill 