She hopes for
a love
that invites to
another world.
Where fires burn to
light the way,
And when it arrives
it feels like coming
home
to stay.
She hopes (A poem)
When two become one
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Everything was blurry. Bushra blinked the tears away. Placing her right hand over her chest she felt the beating inside her breast. Slow and steady. Just like he was.
A year ago she was given a new lease on life. Never did she imagine it would be without him.
A weak heart, the doctors’ had explained to her mother when she was born. She wasn’t supposed to live past her teen years.
The road was wet, explained the policeman. Lost control of his motorbike.
Now, he would never know that he saved her life. Thank you my love, she whispered.
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(I really hope this story makes sense. And that it isn’t too vague.)
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Write a story in 100 words or less. Click the frog to submit your flash fiction and read others’.
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Sailboat
I was a sailboat drifting upon your seas.
Navigating towards distant places,
behind the mists of your horizon.
Sun-beat, fresh varnish,
maiden voyage.
You were the ocean rippling
beneath me, reflecting infinities of overhanging skies.
Bahamas blue, glassy calm and
endless.
You became the tumultous waves
crashing on my bow,
ripping apart my sails.
Stinging saltwater seeping into my cracked hull.
Midnight blue, marbled through
with froth.
Sunken anchor.
Placid seas.
You spoke of love.
I hid my fear.
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Shared with dVerse Poets Pub in a poetry challenge using metaphors.
photo: my own
Image from pinterest.
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Tell me lies
PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz
Ameeruddin didn’t like movies. Newspapers, religious and political chatter entertained him enough. For Aisha, wash day blues took on a jealousy-fueled meaning when she discovered the ticket stubs in his jean’s pocket. Double tickets.
At dinner she suggested they go to watch the very same movie. He declined, feigning distinterest in superhero nonsense. “Besides, I’d rather take you to a romantic dinner at The Moghul.”
She smiled. Received his kiss. And later, cocooned in his post-coital embrace, willingly cast aside the mysterious movie companion in favour of hope and affection that was far easier for her tired heart to grasp.
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Written for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by the inspiring Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Write a story in 100 words or less. Submit to the link below and join this fun community of writers.
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Water reflections
Water
within you, within me
in our cells, in the atmosphere
Water
reacts and interacts to paint
rainbows and spark lightning
Water
flowing red in our veins and clear down rocky slopes
rising up invisibly into our skies
in cottony cloud collections
shifting resources from lakes to land
tumbling in drops towards earth
onto leaves and soil
and skin and fur
Water
Dammed and bottled
but never contained
Water
everywhere and in
everything
a three dimensional manifestation
of the flowing
sustaining
higher
energy of Love
*Shared with dVerse prompt on Water.
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Forever young
PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyre
“Remember this place?” Andy said, spreading his arms out over the cobblestone streets.
Delilah marveled at his crinkle-free eyes. As hazel as the day they met forty years ago. A pair of women in strappy dresses smiled brazenly at Andy. Boldly flirtatious. So different from her day. She wasn’t mad. They assumed she was his mother. How were they to know Andy stopped aging at twenty-five?
Miraculous, the doctors had said.
“How could I forget? This is where we first met.”
“You mean when you almost bumped me over with your scooter!” Together they laughed, eyes shining and hearts fluttering.
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Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Write a story in 100 words or less. Join the group and submit your story through the link below.
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A deli-cate romance
PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays
“There used to be many of them around here.” Clive held the door open for the woman in a green coat. Natasha shook off her gloves and began scouting the cured meats on display.
“Amazing!” she said, delighting in the olive bread and odd-looking cheeses that was definitely not cheddar.
“Now our delicatessen is the only one of its kind for miles.” He selected a few items, placed them into a paper bag and held it out to her with a lopsided smile.
She looked at him from beneath her lashes, “Well, let’s hope it is here to stay.”
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Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Write a story in 100 words or less.
I’m with you on the mutual hate of updates, Rochelle. Have been resisting the new editor on wordpress too. I struggled to submit to the link up this week. Eventually, switching browsers helped. When in doubt, switch browsers. 😉
You are invited to the Inlinkz link party!
Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined. – Henry David Thoreau
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Smoke gets in your eyes
PHOTO PROMPT © Anshu Bhojnagarwala
It was a surprise for Berr. Cooked meat, with a new tool that Eli called fire. Over many moons Kaya’s friend taught her how to make fire.
Berries and a fist of boar meat, which Eli gave to her, spread out on the rocky floor. A sound alerted her to Berr’s entrance. Dragging Eli by his hair, matted with blood. The light in his green eyes muted by death.
“You belong to me. No one else.” his voice echoed around the small cave. The smell of blood and roasted meat overwhelmed her. Kaya threw up, tears burning her eyes.
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What an awesome, inspiring image! Certainly was challenging but I enjoyed writing this story that weaseled its way out onto my blog.
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge is to write a story in 100 words or less. Submit it to the link (frog icon) below and read other flash fiction too.
Hope you’re all had an awesome week and here’s to an amazing weekend!
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Chasing Destiny
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
“If you come back now, Mordow will forgive everything.” Samson called to her, his subordinates blocking the alley entrance behind him.
Reya’s heart squeezed at the sight of him. “You don’t know who they really are. Come with me, Sam.”
She thought she saw a flash in his eyes. Of love. “I’m not a traitor.”
“Your choice.” She scrambled over the slippery wall, landing in the piazza, crowded with tourists braving the rain. A sea of umbrellas spilled before her. She ran to the thickest part and looked back to see Samson standing on top of the wall. Searching hopelessly.
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Trying to squeeze in my flash fiction for this week. Hope you all enjoy it. My story reflects my enduring search for Truth and Love. Which to me are the same thing. Truth exists despite lies, denial. So does Love. More than that, I’m learning that love shines a light on the truth.
Thanks to Dale Rogerson for this week’s prompt. Such an awesome image, that I was struck with writer’s block for once.
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields where the challenge is to write a story in 100 words or less.
Looks like we’re in Europe this week for my story. I experienced those crowded piazzas on a solo trip to Italy a few years ago. Awesome vibe. Amazing sights.
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Song of Zulaikha
I turned to God to escape you.
To cure what I perceived was an illness of my heart
And in that turning to God
I saw your name
Surrounded by praises of His name
In a faithful song of fate and destiny
And what I thought was an escape,
Became an exit from a door of my mind
Into a spiritual realm of my heart,
And His heart
Deeply entangled with you.
The three of us entwined in a heartaching love
So painful that I broke.
And continue to break
In waves of pain and joy
Causing me to question who am I
And where do I truly belong
I kept company with Rumi, Shams and Al-Ghazzali
But still it brought me back to you
Through Him
Just like Shams heard Rumi’s name,
So I saw your name attached to His.
Shams understood and followed
Whereas I followed but do not understand
All I know is I am forever changed
Stripped bare to my soul
And all I see is this longing for you
That is entwined with Him
There is no escape
For if I turn to God in utterance of faith
I see you too
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Based on stories of divine love popularised by Rumi and Shams. And the lesser known legend of Zulaikha, the King’s wife, who fell hopelessly in love with the Prophet Yusuf. The legend has it that her love for Yusuf led her to a more divine love for God. And that her love for Yusuf was a veil that hid the divine love
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