The rocky field lies still, cut open by glacial streams, edged by heavy forest. Further north, mountains beckon, tops occluded in weeping clouds. Continue reading
grief
Time 4
Bubble wrapping, packing in boxes
Rare books, heirloom china,
Pictures and paintings and chips of memories. Continue reading
Time
After a decade of attempted stops,
Dangerous actions to hasten the end,
I need you to dial it back from ten to three.
Because this time, it’s real. Continue reading
Tears and Rain
© Ayr/Gray
First step? Draw the chalk outline.
Berta sat back on her heels, trying to remember the next step from Baba’s grimoire. She was sure she’d gotten all the right ingredients: white chalk, pint jar of honey, ten pound sack of dirt from Janeesa’s grave. There were words she needed to say, herbs to sprinkle as she said them. Continue reading
Solo Farewell
From Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr’s photo prompt. The Unicorn Challenge (06/23/23). No more than 250 words in length.
(And no, this is not murder, but death by cancer)
The last rock is placed. She stands back to evaluate her work. One hundred stones, enough to trace an outline. It’ll do. Her father’s body had become wasted, crumpled like a…a croissant! A little repose, in straightening out this depiction of his form. A little humor to remind her to breathe. Continue reading
Valley of the Trolls 