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 →
The Last Song
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 →
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 →
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 →
A Better Plan #FridayFictioneers
Photo credit @Adam Ickes A Better Plan Wanting to disappear, I curled into myself and buried my head under the soft pillow. If I made myself small enough, I could hide from the last hours of my dad's life. You wrapped around me, wanting to shield me from my grief. "No more suffering," you said... Continue Reading →
For Every Season #FridayFictioneers
Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields For Every Season I traced a frozen heart on the glass. No longer were your initials available to interlace with mine. The storms and passion of our verdant spring had been replaced with a summer of striving, of building and succeeding. Then came the slow days of fall with graying edges... Continue Reading →
110 in the Shade #FridayFictioneers
Photo Credit to Rich Voza 110 in The Shade The pilot wiped the sweat and dust from his brow and coaxed the joystick, "Just one more pass baby." His man on the ground had been confident when he called in the strike. There was no space in his head for hesitation but the memories of... Continue Reading →
Physician Heal Thyself #FridayFictioneers
Photo Credit @/wmqcolby.wordpress.com Physician Heal Thyself Nothing in the wilderness text had prepared me for this hell. I hadn't even held a gun since I was twelve years old and even then it was just a rite of passage to appease my old man. I'm a surgeon, a healer, not a revolutionary. Sulfur and dust... Continue Reading →
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