Photo credit @Jennifer Pendergast Burning the Trash By. T. Delaplain Every chapter Peter burned brought him closer to clarity. He wasn’t a writer, just a hack. He cut through the painful details of his deficiencies leaving only shreds of regret and a pile of literary trash. The premise had been brilliant, the main characters tragically... Continue Reading →
A Tinder Promise
Photo credit Lisa Fox Tinder Promises by T. Delaplain Had we ever had a first date? I only remember that you had always been by my side. I had promised you, so I had swiped right. Recalling the details in my date’s text, it felt like a spy mission. I had as much experience with... Continue Reading →
To Sleep Among the Poppies
Photo prompt by Jeff Arnold To Sleep Among the Poppies By T. Delaplain Dot kicked her heels under the tumbled mattress, a splash of red among the silky detritus of her trade. His used trash tainted the pile of garments that had to be rinsed and worn again in a few hours. Counting the emerald... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
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 →
The Wisdom to Ride
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 →
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 →
Always a Widow
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 →
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 →
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