Home is Where the Heart Lands

Photo credit @Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Home is Where the Heart Lands By T. Delaplain Mind if I take a look at that leg of yours, Mary?” “It ain’t nothing Doc. Remember, I was a nurse at County before the whiskey.” The crusted gray strips of fabric, fell in a stinking green spiral. “You’ve got gangrene?” “Sure do,... Continue Reading →

Boys Being Men

Boys Being Men By T. Delaplain Dear Momma, I’ll send home my pay when we gets to town again. Mighty hard for Dad to keep food on the table when he’s got his head in a bottle and his fists up. The Army camp ain’t bad and the chow is good. I spend half my... Continue Reading →

A Sweet Dilemma

Photo credit @ Roger Bultot A Sweet Dilemma By T. Delaplain The air in the security office sizzled with heated debate as roving black and white images of the museum flitted across the screens. “We could foul the heating system and raise the room temp to just above the alarm’s sensor.” “Been done, Heist Society.”... Continue Reading →

Reading Between the Lines

PHOTO PROMPT submitted by Courtney Wright. Photographer prefers to remain anonymous Reading Between the Lines By T. Delaplain Dear Trace, I cain’t get away this summer for a visit. Fox says the price of gas is gonna keep climbing. Ol’ Doc King gave me a new heart medicine, expensive, but I guess I need it.... Continue Reading →

Love You Long Time, Big Time

Photo credit to Jill Wisoff Love You Long Time, Big Time By T. Delaplain Camille teased the Marlboro to the corner of her mouth as a puff curled up her nose. She leaned over, in practiced seduction, straightening the seam in her fishnets and displaying her generous booty. “Must be the rain, men ain’t horny... Continue Reading →

The Wisdom to Ride

Photo credit to Douglas Mac Illroy The Wisdom to Ride by T. Delaplain “Dumb asses, sit on top of a tornado for 8 seconds and wonder why they is always broke. Broken wallets, broken bones, broken dreams.”  “Yup, I reckoned you’re right Daddy but he’s here to pick me up anyway.” The sight of the... Continue Reading →

A Broken Parish

Photo credit @YarnSpinner A Broken Parish by T. Delaplain Sweat dripped between my breasts and no amount of fanning would release me from the heat’s hellish grasp. “That ‘lectric fan been broke since you left home,” my starched aunt sniffed as she marched past me with another bacon scented casserole. The rotting porch sagged under... Continue Reading →

Nothing Quite As Sweet

Photo Credit @ Fatima Falkier Deria Nothing Quite As Sweet By T. Delaplain She worried a dried fleck of white from the lilac tulle; nothing quite as sweet as wedding frosting or bridesmaid’s couture. Still wet from the kisses and caresses hidden beneath yards of satin and tulle she ached for their reunion. How long... Continue Reading →

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