You usually win at Hide & Seek — know the best hiding places and how to not giggle. I look everywhere, but you're nowhere. Hours, Days, Weeks and then I finally find you: grinning all smarty-pants from a milk carton. (nyah-nyah) You're IT!
Tag: Poetry
Perpetual Slow-Mo
Today's word at Word of the Day Challenge is "wish." Wishes, no matter how heartfelt how life-or-death-impossible can sometimes surprise you and come true and life is suddenly perfect. Other wishes don't stand a chance in Hell of turning out and when they don't your heart shatters like great grandmother's Christmas ornaments— in sudden, perpetual [...]
Self-preservation
Vadima
Blood moon creeps across the starless sky, hovering over the bayou like a chandelier. The air is thick and still, yet Spanish moss sways as if there were a breeze. Gypsy woman sits by her fire mesmerized — deep in trance until a jagged smile rips her face like barbed wire.