Photo prompt by Jeff Arnold
To Sleep Among the Poppies
By T. Delaplain
Dot kicked her heels under the tumbled mattress, a splash of red among the silky detritus of her trade. His used trash tainted the pile of garments that had to be rinsed and worn again in a few hours. Counting the emerald notes he’d thrown at her, she remembered a time when the monsters couldn’t reach her under the covers. Her little girl dreams were now replaced with love by the hour. Her thoughts softened and the bruises blurred. The poppies couldn’t come soon enough tonight.
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Somewhere over the rainbow…..the clouds will part and this global grief will end. I have to believe that all of our sacrifices will save lives.
Tracey Delaplain, MD 
Gosh that was an amazing take on the photo prompt. Loved it!
p.s. your link took me to the Balancing Acts story instead of this one.
Susan A Eames at
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Thank you for dropping by and reading the correct story. I added the correct link now. I’ve been gone too long apparently.
Tracey
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We are all appreciating each other and what we have a little more at the moment.
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There’s no place like home.
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That was heartbreaking but good. You used the colors brilliantly.
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Thank you for dropping by and commenting.
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The skill in this piece is huge, Tracey. The magical colouring-in language contrasted with the brutal reality it’s describing.
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Thank you.
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Dear Tracey,
Very powerful piece. Love by the hour…says it all.
Shalom and good health,
Rochelle
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Thank you, all this angst had to go somewhere. Good health to you and yours.
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it reads like poetry. metaphorically exhilarating.
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Thanks
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A powerful story indeed. There is much more to be told. Well done!
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Thank you
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Holy moly am I glad you saw my link and posted… this was a powerful piece in every way.
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Thank you
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Sex and drugs, but not much rock n roll.
I can’t imagine what personal angst triggered this, Tracey, but it is a small masterpiece.
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Love by the hour, bruises, poppies—this is incredibly good writing.
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Thank you
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A sad, but all too true tale, well told. 🙂
But doctor, those shoes under the bed were HEELS
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Dorothy’s ruby slippers
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Fixed it thanks
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😀
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Excellent snapshot. You captured a whole past, present, and future in this one.
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Thank you, I’m glad you found the correct post.
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I checked your picture later at Mr. Linky 🙂 You are welcome.
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I tried to comment on your post but couldn’t. I don’t know why that happens sometimes. Good piece.
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Glad you enjoyed the story, Tracey.
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Excellent! Perhaps I should take a break and see if I can come back as strongly as this.
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Thank you, that’s a lovely compliment from the master story teller.
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Wow! You have been missed and now you’ve returned with a BANG! Absolutely lovely.
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Thanks, I‘ve missed the Fictioneers.
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Love and bruises – great piece!
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Thanks Ali
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What a sad, sad story. Two lines in particular hit me hard “she remembered a time when the monsters couldn’t reach her under the covers” and “The poppies couldn’t come soon enough tonight.” Brilliant writing, Tracey.
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Oh this is a tragic snippet. The covers line got me like… Ouch my emotions. Beautifully written
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