A golden dawn smiled at a moon ready for sleep, they always met in passing, but never stayed too long to ask how the night went, or how the day would pan out. Yet they were old friends, and it didn’t matter how long they spent in each other’s company, those minutes were the mostContinue reading “Friendship is Golden”
Category Archives: Poems and short stories
Atonement
WarArtillerySorrowBraverySmokeTwistAtonementBillowSquatDirtSoldiersShoulders Our shoulders together, we fight for freedom. We didn’t think war would happen, but now the smoke is twisting and turning in a dance of atonement. Billowing from buildings. Sorrow, that our bravery will show nothing but fear. Soldiers in our streets, both theirs and ours. Our shoulders touch, but we are not theContinue reading “Atonement”
Lame
“You’re so lame!” Josh shouted, as he stomped up the stairs. “I hate you!” Using her parental control on his mobile was the only way she could punish him. She took his mobile, and refused to give it back. Cutting the internet wouldn’t stop him trying to get in contact with his friends, he stillContinue reading “Lame”
A New Life
Life had always been an adventure for Jules, but for the first time, it was a strange one. Walking in the dark was a strange sensation, but one she had to get used to. She couldn’t look in the puddle, or see her reflection. Her therapist said it was a matter of viewing the worldContinue reading “A New Life”
No Vacancies
Written for the word prompt What Do You See https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/category/what-do-you-see/ Sarah held her small suitcase, and wandered across the streets, hoping for somewhere to stay. There were vacancies, but not in 1953, not for her. Great Britain had fought a war on her behalf, but it was still legal to put signs up in theContinue reading “No Vacancies”
What Can We Do?
“War is at the doorstep. What do you expect me to do?” His question was open ended, and both of them knew the answer. There was nothing they could do at such a hostile country. They had the power, and nobody was doing anything to stop them. Fear at what could happen to the worldContinue reading “What Can We Do?”
Insinuate – Word
“What are you trying to insinuate?” “There were two cakes in that fridge last night, and now there are only one. I didn’t eat it, so it must have been you.” The evidence was there in glorious technicolour – one cake, with strawberries on top, but Maurine was sure it wasn’t her that ate thatContinue reading “Insinuate – Word”
For the Stream
Even when I rest, I am not really resting, I am always thinking of what I could do next. I am either on my mobile playing candy crush, or I’m painting, or I’m writing, or working on my blog. Even when I am watching television, I will pick up my mobile to check social media.Continue reading “For the Stream”
A Jack of all Trades
Half way up the ladder, and the red, stripy wallpaper grasped in one hand, and a toddler haranguing her ankle at the bottom, Poppy attempted to climb the rungs. The front room needed decorating, and it had to be done now, or it would remain half done. ”Mummy’s will just be a minute, why don’tContinue reading “A Jack of all Trades”
Thinking Thin Thoughts
Slimming was a harsh mistress, and as she watched her colleagues devour a whole box of doughnuts, while she was nibbling at her apple, it was pure torture. Just one small piece of sugar, and it was only a few millimetres away. As they scattered back to their desks, she stared at the ringed, deliciousContinue reading “Thinking Thin Thoughts”
Writer Ravenclaw 