She sighs, runs knobby fingers through graying hair. The increasingly wiry strands slide silky still through veined hands, and she smooths them down, twisting them into a tight knot just above the nape of her neck. Surveying the scatterings of UPS boxes, packed a little heavy for professional movers, she wonders at how a woman’s entire life can be reduced to the wreck and rubble before her.
Or not. Continue reading
[This appears to be number 3 in a series that began with “Time 5”, which also ended another series “Time 1-5”. Patience please: just feeling my way along.]
He swore he’d loved her from the moment she first emerged from the ocean, dark hair streaming darker, glittering sea foam sluicing down her lithe young body; perhaps it was merely a vision of their future, because it was more than a decade later when first they spoke. Continue reading
Bubble wrapping, packing in boxes
Rare books, heirloom china,
Pictures and paintings and chips of memories. Continue reading
When I was a kid
A growly teen
Exhausted, I hated your snore
Squashed together in the bow
On overnight sail trips
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© Ayr/Gray
Citronella (Part 1)
Citronella leaned over the balcony and sighed, staring down at the village parti-gras. Before, she’d been content to lean on the iron parapet, separate from the mad goings-on below. Before, she’d been satisfied with her mother’s witchy warnings of the dangers of joining the sweaty rabble. Before, she’d felt empowered by her choice of who she’d let climb her long, golden braid to the top floor. She’d lived there for as long as she could remember.
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It’s too hot to stay aground, too hot to listen to them natter and fight over nothing of real importance. Continue reading
Another piece from my alter -ego, Tessa. Thanks Witcraft, for accepting her (my) slightly off-kilter sense of humor.
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