Hands shaking, she knew she would never take another step for granted. Too many years, too many battles past through and won, did not leave her without scars, but they did not leave her broken. Not yet, not at this time, when she had one more thing left to do. Dropping the crushed pill into the cup of coffee, she placed a well rehearsed smile on her face, and a cheer in her voice, as she straightened her spine. “Honey, your coffee is ready!”
I always wondered how someone could say that they feel alone, in the middle of this wide open space. Not a day went by when this part of the park did not have visitors, even when the wind blew harder than usual, or the smoke of a nearby fire made it difficult to breath. Nothing kept people from coming back, not even rain. The hustle of this space was one of its appeals to me, because within it, I felt a part of it all, the world I sometimes shut out, when working at my computer, creating another part of the creative puzzle that would eventually make a coherent story.
I never understood, until this day, when you broke my heart.
Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015
cut off from my life
passion never to unfold
frozen and alone
Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015
This post was inspired by today’s daily prompt: Cut Off
Here is what other bloggers wrote as a responds to this prompt:
the sound of a fight
echoes through the dreary house
no longer refuge
from where can I steal
a little sense of peace, lost
somewhere in the dark
Copyright Claudia Blanton 2015
In my hands lays the power of fate, the fate of all in our society.
A move of my pen, and someone lives or dies, falls in love or will never find the connection they search for.
I did not ask for this job, just as much as those who’s lives I control did not ask for me to be in charge.
While some might enjoy this power, I abhor the role of the Seer.
Watching those whom used to be my friends play at the edge of the shore, I sit at my desk alone, grasping for the glimmer of hope, that one day, a new Seer would be chosen and my torture would end.
Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014
This post was inspired by the Flash Fiction prompt “Glimmer” and the writing challenge “Hindsight is 20-20”.
a deep void reaches
the darkness hidden within
sorrow overwhelms
Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014
Hold On
short, stolen moments
last forever in my heart
I’m longing for you
Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2014
This post was inspired by today’s daily prompt, asking us the following:
If you could slow down an action that usually zooms by, or speed up an event that normally drags on, which would you choose, and why?
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