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 →
The Way to My Heart
Photo by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields The Way to My Heart “Shut the damn door and take off those muddy boots,” I shouted over the kitchen chaos with an authority that had not been earned. The second batch of blackened biscuits lay crumbled next to my Momma’s recipe box and the bitter winter turnip stew was boiling... Continue Reading →
Reflection of Sin
Photo credit @Roger Bultot Reflection of Sin My home world and all of my transgressions reflected in mockery through its enormous eye. It snapped its mandible in anticipation. I scrambled backwards trying to find my footing as my flesh tore against the gravel. It was true that I had fallen far from grace: the son... Continue Reading →
Hell Bent For Leather
Below is my work for Friday Fictioneers. I also wanted to share (brag about) my success in my first writing contest. I'm batting a 1000. We’re thrilled to announce the winner of our Postcard From the Park Mini-MOLP writing contest. Tracey Delaplain from Reno, Nevada has scooped the title with a brilliantly crafted piece that... 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 →
Sara Y El Mono Del Vuelo
I'm back in Nevada after spending six weeks in Spain. I promise to share my thoughts about this grand adventure of Spanish immersion in later posts but today is miércoles so here is my Friday Fictioneers post. I haven't written anything but text messages in English for six weeks and my brain was a little... Continue Reading →
Of Men And Whores #FridayFictioneers
Of Men and Whores Max exhaled his guilt into the night air. A soft cry or plea escaped from the saloon window. They had forced their mounts to exhaustion today. Ridden hard and forgotten, the upstairs doves enjoyed none of the appreciation and reverence reserved for the rider’s horses. Come mornin’ the rough necks... Continue Reading →
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