Bedtime for Luna


PHOTO PROMPT © Gah Learner

 

“So, remember,” her hand on the door’s handle. “Bedtime at 9, only one treat, brush your teeth.”

“And no opening the door for anyone,” he intoned.

At least it got him a smile. There weren’t many of them of late.

She tucked an errant lock of hair behind an ear and suddenly he couldn’t stand it.

“When will you be back?” He knew. He had to ask.

She glanced at the window. The court-order weighed heavy on her mind.

“When Luna goes to bed behind the mountain, I’ll be home.”

For the last time.

 

 

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

 

Do Not Con Cur

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Photo: Ofir Asif

 

In most wretched times

When wrongdoers invade

Do not yourself turn

Echo chamber for knaves.

For the blight

Of untruth

And the stain

Of disdain

Can quite easily infect

Those who would not

Take heed from similar

To abstain.

 

 

For The Daily Post

In The Balance

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Photo: Amitai Asif

 

As tensions hold

The edge

Between manageable

And overwhelmed,

Between spared

And flooded,

Be tender.

As scales tip

To potentiate

Disaster

And fluctuate

From safe

To calamitous,

Be kind.

Remember how

Critical times

Hold within them

The balance

Of rebuilding

On the fabric of

Strength

And profound

Understanding.

 

 

For The Daily Post