Mo Fhioghrá

PHOTO PROMPT © Amanda Forestwood Mo Fhioghrá by T. Delaplain Willing to take the beatin’ that would come later, Aidan laid his chin against his gobshite brother’s favorite fiddle. Catching the eye of the barkeep, he nodded, requesting a pint. The bartender flashed him the finger and mouthed feke off.   He’d only get the... Continue Reading →

A House Divided

photo credit @Liz Young A House Divided By T. Delaplain  It started with an innocent comment, a slightly frisky flirtation, a light breeze. No harm, no foul, the foundation was solid, nothing could touch the haven he’d built around his family. But the fresh breeze continued to build with feather light touches in passing and... Continue Reading →

Paper Cuts

Paper Cuts by T. Delaplain Dana selected a fresh sheet of binder paper and the sharpest of the dull round tipped scissors. Precision was her command as she shaped a delicate snowflake of filigree and lace. Snip. The pattern, uniquely hers, fragile yet beautiful. Were those the words the counselor had said in reassurance? She... Continue Reading →

Meditation for Beginners

Photo credit: David Stewart by T. Delaplain Go With the Flow by T. Delaplain Lying on a mat with my head on a bolster, so relaxed in corpse pose, shavasana, breathing in relaxation. “Imagine your breath, ebb and flow. Let any negative thoughts or cares evaporate. Immerse yourself.”  Did I lock the car? “Be the... Continue Reading →

A Narrow Escape, Friday Fictioneers

Photo by Lisa Fox A Narrow Escape by T. Delaplain The bruises had faded with the anger and indecision.  Happiness was reserved for paper dolls. Bad relationships like burning tenements offer few escape routes. She tossed a match as she secured the door behind her. Until in death, we do part. Check out the talented... 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 →

When The Mask Slips, Friday Fictioneers

Photo credit: Ted Strutz When The Mask Slips By T. Delaplain The acrid whiff of Polaroids couldn’t mask the remembered scents of cotton candy and caramel apples. The first time had been on Halloween. Had it been the innocence of her pink tights or the silky feel of her crinoline skirt? Terrifying betrayal; a father... Continue Reading →

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