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 →

A Letter to My Granddaughter About Being Beautiful

  About Being Beautiful As I embraced my precious grand daughter, my sister captured this moment of pure joy and certain happiness. My immediate reaction was, “Who is that wrinkled old woman?” But I’ve come to love this photo. My face shows every joyous moment worth smiling about, every story told and laughed about. Our... 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 →

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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