The one left behind

The one left behind

Dead. Zombie walking through this forsaken existence, I haunt our old haunts to re-live memories that haunt me. The kiss goodbye. The knock on the door. The 21-gun salute. I’m a ghost, though no body will be found. Written for

An Apt Profession #microfic #yeahwrite

I know she holds the king of diamonds and that lady on his arm is another’s. I levitate, walk on water, pull a cat out of a hat, even apparate in plain sight.┬áThe Curtain closes. I bow. They clap. I

Blind in Paradise (Sijo)

Blind in Paradise (Sijo)

Gentle sunbeams, honeyed fields entwined lovers, gurgling streams vibrant fluttering, petrichor surround me on my walk. Seen, unseen. I return to pencil tales of melancholy. A poem? a slice of fiction? or some delightful non-ficton? #WordSante will give you an

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