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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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
I’ve been lost in Baja, Mexico, enjoying the sun and sand, sometimes wasting paper writing tall tales, sometimes cooking for strays at MyBajaKitchen.com. La Señora took a liking to Sarah’s photo and insisted on living another 100 words. Here’s her web of intrigue. La Señora came to me at a run down clam shack; feet... Continue Reading →
Photo inspiration from Doug MacIIroy The Last Song By T. Delaplain The noose tightened and her singing fell silent. The gilded cage tarnished under years of demands and obedience. He was a wise one, no marks were ever seen on her beautiful body, her soul however kept the tally. The last song, the last punishment,... Continue Reading →
Photo prompt @Dale Rogerson A second story for Friday Fictioneers especially for DR. I know he's out there. Changing the Chorus by T. Delaplain Regardless of the tempo or cadence, the chorus remained the same, "I'm not ready." Their coffee dates and long lunches were punctuated by stiff hugs and brief stolen kisses; neither knowing... Continue Reading →
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