Photo credit at C.E.Ayr Thank you Sir. Silenced by T. Delaplain "May I?", La Señora lifted her wrist to check the time. "A text will arrive on the mobile in your left pocket in exactly twenty seconds. I assume that's your phone Nando," she raised a brow in invitation. "Trust me, by then "El Jefe's"... Continue Reading →
Quiet Enough
Photo credit goes to Google's Pegman. I take credit for the wandering. Take a walk with us. What do you see? You can find the coordinates for this week's "What Pegman Saw" prompt here. Quiet Enough by T. Delaplain On any given day your words would careen off the walls, slicing through our happiness with... Continue Reading →
Sweet Success
Photo credit to Sandra Crook Sweet Success by T. Delaplain La señora swirled the last bubbles in her glass, "Imported," she purred with confidence ignoring the pistol at her temple. She surveyed the villa and its opulence with pride; some of it earned, some of it stolen, who knew the difference now. The guns had... Continue Reading →
What Pegman Saw : A Stray Kindness
Photo credit@ Google's Pegman took a walk in Edinburgh. For guidelines and rules for the What Pegman Saw weekly writing prompt, visit the home page. I rarely write a preface to my work and I never apologize for my muse (or my abuse of the word limit) but this fiction deals with a mature adult... Continue Reading →
Life as We Know It
Photo by Shaktiki Sharma Life As We Know It by T. Delaplain Peter accelerated through the last red light, screeched to a stop and held the wailing twins in place with his right arm. The barking mutt, who had refused to leave the infants, took the opportunity to dash under his feet as he reached... Continue Reading →
The Theory of Pie: Start In the Center
Photo Credit at Roger Bultot The Theory of Pie: Start in the Center Jane pushed her fork through the buttery crust, separating each flaky layer with precision. "I always taste the center peak first, you cain't hide your mistakes there." The pippin was draped in syrup, cinnamon and an exotic spice Jane couldn't quite name.... Continue Reading →
The Way to My Heart
Photo by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields The Way to My Heart “Shut the damn door and take off those muddy boots,” I shouted over the kitchen chaos with an authority that had not been earned. The second batch of blackened biscuits lay crumbled next to my Momma’s recipe box and the bitter winter turnip stew was boiling... Continue Reading →
Vas Con Dios, Friday Fictioneers
Imagine by Lucy Fridkin Vas Con Dios The playa was quiet, a lazy wave lapped the sand and a gull called down the sun. The salt from the sea and the sweat of the afternoon mingled. The courtship had been fast by design: a smoldering glance and a short skirt. Not nearly enough time to... Continue Reading →
Any Given Sunday #Friday Fictioneers
Photo Credit @ Jean L. Hays Any Given Sunday Her mama's dire warnings were easily abandoned in the dust as she cranked the old Mustang's engine to life and rattled down the washboard. A sermon crackled forth from the hometown station, "a strong hand against the decline of American decency and Christian sensibilities"; an echo... Continue Reading →
The Things We Lost In The Fire #FridayFictioneers
Photo Credit @Claire Fuller The Things We Lost in the Fire The firestorm swirled down the mountain of regrets, pausing to devour the last vestige of us. No amount of retardant could stop the advance. All that remained after the battle was ash. You had used the children as kindling so even they were lost... Continue Reading →
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