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She steamed and paced and stomped and stewed.
The temerity. The audacious liberties he’d taken.
It was one thing to sell the house.
Another, to have removed her name from the deed.
To have kept the change hidden.
Her parents’ house, no less.
The place of hers – not his – childhood.
Cruelty was why she’d left him.
But this?
He, vacationing on islands.
She and the children, homeless.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Temerity in 69 words.
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She spilled
A trail of tears
Along the footprints of
Her years.
At first she was the
Princess.
The apple of her parents’
Eyes.
Half-grown, she had become
The Black Beauty
Sitting on the class’s
Throne.
When she first met him,
He was her wizard.
Jacob
Of the dazzling blue eyes.
They all followed him
Like cattle.
She swooned
Into his charm.
Into what she believed to be
His tender and true
Heart.
But her prince charming
Turned into
The Czar
Who wielded
A sharp tongue like a
Purple sword.
Who called her
Drab.
Unlovable.
A lazy housewife.
With her
No longer his
Purple queen,
He left in search of
Better.
Found his golden acre.
And she,
In tears of ice
Wept storms,
As blue fire
Drew Aurora Borealis
Across her broken heart.
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The hammer rose, the gavel dropped
As justice found no peace.
Corruption forced doors closed
And barred.
The records sealed.
The future scarred.
And through the shards
Of looking-glass
Died efforts made for
Governance.
The People found
Their oaths destroyed
By those fawning
Over naked
Emperors.
The tatters of longstanding laws
Reduced to rags under the feet
That now dance
Only to
Heil deceit.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Looking-Glass in 64 words
They were going to make a day of it.
Get some fresh air.
“It would do you good,” she’d said. “You’ve been cooped in for far too long.”
And he had. And he didn’t really care if he stayed cocooned indoors for a few more weeks. Or months. Or years. Or till life’s end.
But he also didn’t want to upset her, and she’d been putting up with him, moody silences and pacing through the nights and appetites that came and went in both extremes and often not for what she’d taken the time to prepare.
So he agreed. And washed. And dressed in something less wrinkled than what he’d been living in. And they went.
The air did do him good.
The open space. The light. The breeze. The views.
Until.
She’d seen them first and tried to shield him, but his mother has never been very good at hiding her distress, and he read through it and looked in the direction she was clearly hoping he would not.
His ex. The girl who’d left him at the altar, who abandoned him to do all the explaining and pay all the bills and mollify all the aunties and absorb all the pitying looks and lose face and his dignity and eventually his job.
There she was. Pressed into another man.
His blood rushed into his ears as he remembered: he had the same photo taken. With her. Wearing the same smitten look.
And he wondered if someone had stared at them, too, at the time, and considered him the next man she’d rob.
(Note: This story is fiction. I don’t know anyone in this photo and no real connection between the photo prompt and the content is intended.)
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I see you
Taking steps
Into faith
And thin air,
Holding hope
Like a rickety railing
Buffeted by winds
That had blown away
Trust in
A safe step
Anywhere.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Translucent in 29 words
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