In response to Colleen Chesebro’s #photoprompt this Tanka Tuesday, I submit this Shadorma. FOLLOW Colleen to stay in the loop of her weekly challenges.
Here is the photo we had to work with:
The image is from Pixabay, by Michael Seibt.
To control
Serpent tendencies
I sit here
Play music
To hypnotize the wicked
Risking my own life
©2019 Annette Rochelle Aben
In response to Sue Vincent’s #Writephoto prompt for this week, I submit this 99-word tale. Please consider joining in the fun, either this week or in weeks to come. FOLLOW Sue Vincent here.
I’m watching you, just like you watch me. You place yourself in strategic spots amongst the trees, dressed in clothes to help you blend in so I won’t notice. But I do notice.
Of course, my being aware has come at a price. One by one, you have taken the young ones for purposes only you can justify. Do their heads look good above your mantle?
So now, I have had enough. I am old and will soon die probably on my own. To honor those of my family who had no choice in the matter, take me now.
Thursday photo prompt: Calling #writephoto
In response to Sue Vincent’s #writephoto challenge this week; Stillness.
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Resting her head on tucked up legs, Lisa gazed in to the sea. Where did it start? Where did it end? How many stories did it have to tell? Well, it had one more story now.
Lazy fingers traced the outline of the small, white cardboard box by her side. She knew she had done the right thing by releasing her mother’s ashes into the water. She was setting her free from a life of misery.
The sun melted into ribbons of silken colors; Lisa knew it was a sign from her mother.
“Peace be with you, Mom!”
(c) 2019 Annette Rochelle Aben
https://scvincent.com/2019/10/10/thursday-photo-prompt-stillness-writephoto/
“Make it look just like the fall leaves,” she told the hair stylist. “I want to see all the beautiful colors each time I turn my head!”
It took hours, weaving the different colors throughout her flowing tresses. Each was a blend of several shades, to create the desired outcome. Bright red, burnt orange, rose gold, pale yellow and rich copper, soon covered most of her natural, warm brown.
When the blow dryer stopped, the anxious client was turned toward the mirror to view the stylist’s handiwork. Everyone gasped as Willow’s hair cascaded over her shoulders in autumn splendor.
Written in response to Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, she titled: Copper.
https://scvincent.com/2019/10/03/thursday-photo-prompt-copper-writephoto/
Charli Mills invites everyone to participate in her weekly 99 word flash fiction challenges. This week, the prompt was to write about someone unremembered. My piece is a fictional case of bigamy. Try your hand with this prompt or any of those on the horizon by FOLLOWING the Carrot Ranch
Magic was in the air, as the blushing bride was dressed for her big day. As Amy’s fingers traced the intricate bead work creating hearts on the bodice of her gown, she closed her eyes as if to make time stand still
The guests seated in the sanctuary chattered excitedly; soon they would witness the event many thought would never happen. After all, the bride had waited so long to find the right mate!
The man with sad eyes fought tears. He knew he had to speak or forever hold his peace. Legally, she was still married to him.
She dropped to the ground
Hence, the opportunity
For him to notice
©2019 Annette Rochelle Aben
In response to Charli Mills, Carrot Ranch , 99 word Flash Fiction challenge this week, I wrote a piece about being there when my mother in law passed. She always thought of me as the daughter she never had. Join the fun, when you feel the urge. It’s a lot of fun.
She wouldn’t leave the hospital alive. Acceptance lead to a coma. Any time now. Any time now. Family was called, many came to visit.
Suddenly, she sat up, and asked for ice cream. Nurses leaped over each other to make that happen. They rubbed a bit on her parched lips and she licked them while closing her eyes in pleasure. Then, she looked at her daughter and smiled. Her last words were.
“Can I go home now?”
With tears of joy and sorrow in her eyes and a lump in her throat, her daughter gave her permission to die.
