Into The Void

July 20, 2022Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Current events, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Writing Tags: 100WordChallenge, Current events, Discovery, Endless, Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, friends, Micro-fiction, Mystery, Universe 61 Comments

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“What are you staring at?”

Tallulah did not move.

“Earth to Tallulah!” Maritza hissed. This professor had antennae in the back of his head, and she did not wish to flunk. Again. Also, if Tallulah had the audacity to skip class, and for vacation, no less, the least she could do is entertain her bored-to-death friend.

“It’s endless,” Tallulah whispered. Her eyes appeared locked onto the cafe’s table.

Maritza shuddered. “What exactly did you order?” Tallulah was so maddeningly naive that who knows what ‘house special’ she might agree to try.

“The universe,” Tallulah breathed. “The lights in the deep.”

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

Photo prompt: © Fleur Lind

Indispensable

July 10, 2021Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Reflections, Trauma and Development, Writing Tags: Adversity, Creative writing, Endless, Exploitation, Flash Fiction, Human Rights, Micro-fiction, Requisite, Servitude, To do lists, Weekend Writing Prompt 10 Comments

(Photo: Catt Liu on Unsplash)

She checked the items off the list.

One by one by one by one.

She’d learned to not look too far down. Better to not confront endlessness. To not have to face it that today, too, there will not be a moment when the job is done. When she is free.

Only another task.

Another chore.

Mistress claimed she was “indispensable.”

Praise or curse for why she could not get a few days off to see her ailing mother. To rest. To marry.

“We’re your family,” Mistress had said. “We need you. It is a requisite you stay.”

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Challenge: Requisite in 98 words

Endless Flicker

August 29, 2020Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Meditations, Memoriam, Muse and Flow, Poetry, Reflections, Writing Tags: Anniversary, Candle, Endless, friendship, In memoriam, Kathryn, light, Loss, Memory, Poetry, Revisiting, Weekend Writing Prompt 35 Comments

Photo by Paolo Nicolello on Unsplash

Candle lighting

The edge

Of the world

And the margins

Of time

To the endless

Flicker

Of loss.

[For Kathryn: you became light eight years ago today. We all loved you. We all love you more.]

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Endless in 18 words

Shadow Path

June 16, 2019Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Photography, Reflections, Writing Tags: Adversity, Desert, Endless, Flash Fiction, Longing, Micro-fiction, Mystery, Path, Refugee, Shadow, Sunday Stills, Sunlight 6 Comments

Photo: Ofir Asif

He took the path in shadow, and it seemed he was forever chasing sunlight as it progressed across the crater faster than his feet could carry him.

Bone-dry tired as he was.

It was better, he supposed, to be in the shadow. He was, he knew, perilously close to collapse.

Still the sun called to him. The shimmer played a trick upon his eyes and he craved the light even as he knew to fear it.

He’d been crossing deserts for what felt like a millennia of a parched destiny.

In linear time it had not been even quite a week …

Since he took the path of shadow.

In life. In hope of refuge. In this.

The sun slunk lower, further elongating the darkened tide of baked dirt, spreading to gobble up the fast receding patch of light.

He’d need to make camp soon.

One time had been plenty to be taken by surprise.

He knew.

Shadow will not wait long to turn into pitch dark.

For Terri’s Sunday Stills: Path

Endless Harmony

June 13, 2019Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Meditations, Muse and Flow, Reflections, Writing Tags: Beach, Creative writing, Endless, Flash Fiction, Meditation, Memory, MicroFiction, Ocean, Photo prompt, Poetry, WritePhoto 18 Comments

a solitary figure on a beach against a wide ocean.

Photo: Sue Vincent

She’d never have believed the vastness had she not been there to see it.

In person.

On the edge of endlessness.

The breath of eons crashing at her feet.

The spray of ancient rhythms that had been there

All along.

Through war and storm and hope and flood and cold and warm and days like this when no one but herself was there to witness it.

She’d never have believed the power that it held, contained within each curl of wave, in every roll of whitecap licking sand.

It filled her.

With awe and ache and gnawing yearning to something that went beyond her words and into thoughts unformed, or perhaps ones made of memories in utero: the hiss, the beat, the drums of hearts.

And this.

Another memory

To merge into

In endless harmony.

For Sue Vincent’s WritePhoto (2nd week)