Not Wanted

The funeral had been hard to sit through. Her sons were angry and sad and didn’t know just how much he was missed.

Mary sighed as her eldest slammed the door behind him.

This isn’t what I meant.


Written for this week’s Trifextra challenge: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2014/02/trifextra-week-103.html

A little interlude somewhere in the Former Guardian story after her estranged husband dies.

Sacrifice Acceptable

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Study, work, never any rest. Oh for the days when sunlight was all I needed! Now I am mortal, fragile and perfect. There is a chance at life ahead of me. Sacrifice acceptable.


Written for this week’s Trifextra. I made sure that this week was a 33-word challenge. Last week I thought it was and it drove me mad only to discover I’d mixed things up! laughs

http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2014/01/trifextra-week-101.html

Millennial Survivor

You say I’m quaint. I don’t think you understand. I’ve lived through the rise and fall of empires, civilizations waste away to nothing. I have survive with some part of my mind intact.


Written for this week’s Trifecta challenge. I was going to write about my family, but I couldn’t confine that to just 33 words. shrugs So I went with one of my characters instead and even that was a little difficult. I’m just really wordy.

http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2014/01/trifecta-week-110.html

Trifecta’s been a heaven-send for me. There are times when I know what I want to write, but there’s no way to get it out of my head and down to my fingers. These prompts have helped with that and I am very grateful for them.

So, thank you, Trifecta!

Usako, my owner

The first time I saw…

Those eyes look back at me, I saw in them one more like me. I was not as alone as I had thought. Now I sit warm, my cat next to me, alive.


Written for this week’s Trifecta about my cat who claimed me, not the other way around, soon after I lost my previous cat to old age. She’s not at all like Tommy was and for that I love her all the more. She didn’t try to replace him, just carved a new niche for herself in my life.

http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2014/01/trifextra-week-100.html

Voice Loss

Vocality is overrated

Ongoing lack of words, not a problem.

I‘m starting to see where this is going.

Conspiracy against me by the children?

Everything is starting to come together.

Life is never going to be the same because

Overall? I’m pretty sure that this will run it’s course.

So what is the reaction to laryngitis?

Simple word tossed around: whatever.


Written for this week’s Trifecta and thoughts on my lack of voice since the New Year started. The kids have actually been pretty decent about my inability to order them around. grins

White Out

“Father, forgive me.” she whispered even as she brought the weapon in her hands down over his head.

The old man slumped over in his chair, the book that had been in his hands hit the floor with a dull thump. his head tilted against the side of the wing-back armchair he had been sitting in before the fire that continued to crackle on in front of him.

The old man had been kind to her in a way that not many had ever been. He wasn’t her father, but he had been someone’s. Even now she could see the pictures hanging on the walls with faces smiling at her from still frames.

He had never talked about the children he and his wife had before her death, but she could tell that he had loved them. She didn’t know why he was alone during this time of year, but he had taken her in off the streets and given her a place to stay during the blizzard that continued to blow even now. She glanced out the window at the wash of white that reflected the light of the fire. It was bright out tonight, as bright as it had been when she’d first slumped on the porch, no knowing that it even was a porch. He’d found her when he’d gone out to fetch more wood for the fire, but she was unconscious by then.

For all his kindness, there had been an evil in him that he hadn’t been aware of. An evil that she could feel and she mourned having to do this, but knew that he would break free of whatever it was that was holding in the evil before the snow had finished settling and the blizzard had passed.

She didn’t like thinking about how she knew this, just accepted the fact that she knew it and needed to take steps in order to stop it, no matter how distasteful those steps were.

She would burn the body once the blizzard stopped, but until then he would be placed in the woodshed where his frozen body would not decay.

With trembling fingers she closed his sightless eyes.

“I’m sorry, Father.” she whispered once again.


Written for this week’s Trifecta challenge and no I have no idea where this story came from. It demanded to be written as vaguely as possible and wouldn’t leave me be.

http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/12/trifecta-week-108.html

Winter Break

Cookie crumbs litter faces of children holding half-empty cups of chocolate. Snow has melted into their hair and there is a parade of clothing drying in the bathroom.

Eyes shining brighter than stars.


Written for this week’s Trifecta challenge.

http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/12/trifextra-week-ninety-eight.html