Balancing Acts

Photo by Fatima Fakier Deria Balancing Acts By T. Delaplain “You can have it all”, they said. The career, the kids, an American flag and a pink flamingo on the picket fenced lawn; a full measure of domestic bliss. I was in the center ring with all the balls in the air, apron strings tied,... Continue Reading →

False Halos

Photo Credit: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields False Halos By T. Delaplain A hush descended, the lights dimmed and the stage rose from the fiery bowels of the auditorium. Reverend Wilts, awash with golden light unfurled his robes, arms spread wide in false subjugation. The sound of salvation began with a few calculated notes guaranteed to open the... Continue Reading →

Pages of Envy

Photo by Susan Eames I have no excuse but I’m back from the wilds of Mexico, no closer to finishing the great work in progress. It’s funny how if you never put ink to paper, you never finish a project. Here’s a Friday Fictioneers prompt for your consideration about writer’s block and envy. Pages of... Continue Reading →

Home is Where the Heart Lands

Photo credit @Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Home is Where the Heart Lands By T. Delaplain Mind if I take a look at that leg of yours, Mary?” “It ain’t nothing Doc. Remember, I was a nurse at County before the whiskey.” The crusted gray strips of fabric, fell in a stinking green spiral. “You’ve got gangrene?” “Sure do,... Continue Reading →

A Sweet Dilemma

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 →

Love You Long Time, Big Time

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 →

A Broken Parish

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 →

Nothing Quite As Sweet

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 →

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