Photo courtesy of Dale Rogerson's real life and completely unrelated to my fictional tale, in case you were worried. Welcome Neighbor by T. Delaplain A soft cough and a flash of Sunday best fabric announced the committee's arrival; midwestern hospitality and a basket of freshly baked welcome. She stopped unpacking the life she no longer... Continue Reading →
Glass Houses #FridayFictioneers
Photo credit: Janet Webb Glass Houses By T. Delaplain Helen's world was shrink wrapped, the glass house he provided kept her well contained. "A safe haven", he had promised at the altar. What once felt manageable was now stifling. Her life had become so small that she could feel the glass above, beside and beneath... Continue Reading →
A Sequel for Mr. Edwards
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 →
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 →
Silenced
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 →
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 →
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