Photo credit @ Sandra Crook from her travels down the French waterways. A Sequel for Mr. Edwards by T. Delaplain It had been Mr. Edwards idea to help Renee write "his" sequel from the quant château in Provence. In fact the sequel had been entirely his idea. The promise had been extorted from her during... Continue Reading →
A Mother’s Reward
Photo Credit @Liz Young A Mother's Reward by T. Delaplain Seven lay resting: too early, too late, born still, the measles, poisoned blood. Those that God left, the Great War took away. Wandering through the stones and crosses stepping over a fresh mound of turned soil through a haze of lilies, she offered praise and... Continue Reading →
Paper Days
Photo credit @JellicoStation Paper Days By T. Delaplain You folded the fuselage into a triangle then tightened the binder paper into a nose. You licked a finger and raised it to the sky; a northern breeze, good visibility. Precise dirt smudged creases, torn into perfect straight lines, you fashioned the wings to maximize lift. "A... Continue Reading →
The Perfect Blue
Pegman has taken us to Mars today and has stumbled upon an art enclave. Apparently there is life on the Red Planet and she's a voracious artist. If you want to take an intergalactic journey with us come along and create your own flash fiction, just don't leave the mother ship. What Pegman Saw. Photo... Continue Reading →
Make Mine a Guinness
Pegman took a stroll around my favorite city, Dublin, and despite the beautiful and historically significant sites, the stick man found a Corona Light billboard. I try to be culturally sensitive but light beer in Ireland? Ridiculous! I will not drink Corona, not with my feet in sand, not with pesos in my hand. I... Continue Reading →
How writing flash fiction helped me write a novel
I couldn't have said it better. Check out Louise's novels, The Sister and The Gift.
Walking on Water, Fly Rod in Hand
Photo credit: Ted Strutz Walking on Water, Fly Rod in Hand by T. Delaplain "It's all in the wrist, Trace." My Dad's line whipped behind him, slowly returned and walked across the calm water in a lazy "S". I swore as my tangled fly drove its hook into my thumb. "Try again, it'll come." He... Continue Reading →
Held In Memory
Photo credit @Al Forbes Held In Memory by T. Delaplain I slide into the backseat, lie on my back and imagine the moonlight. I'm assaulted with longing so intense that it can only be desire. The taste of your breath lingers still. I run my hand over the discolored upholstery. I can almost smell the... Continue Reading →
When Faith Becomes Grief
Thank you for the photo Dale Rogerson When Faith Becomes Grief by T. Delaplain The familiar incense of candle wax, smouldering wicks and desperation forced the bile to rise in my throat. It had been a routine operation, on a common ailment, on a run-of-the-mill day, yet here I am with my extraordinary grief. I... Continue Reading →
Integratron Me (Pegman Saw it Too)
Integratron Me by T. Delaplain "It is my sincere hope that you enjoyed the TED talk and our walk through the electrostatic arc. I expect you to feel renewed and invigorated from your resonance sound experience. Mr. Tassel, having recently returned from outer space will be available to answer all questions concerning cellular rejuvenation and... Continue Reading →
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