Sonnet for a passing blindness
You are sunshine and the drizzle in November frost in orchards promising a later harvest. You are flowing rivers and the dancing fog at dawn, valleys mountains, you are riddle […]
Category Archives: Friday Fictioneers
Better than sex
Cindi loved the purring of her V8 and driving fast was far better than sex with Ralph. She pressed the accelerator a bit more and felt her sport car clinging […]
Not yellow anymore
My dear Theo, Coming back to my dwelling in Arles I realize that walls have seized to bend. The sense of suffocation that I felt is gone. Even colors seem […]
Getting a confession
The office was almost empty, someone must have warned them. Empty binders on the floor, a shredder and a pile of staples. The young woman had been pushed into a […]
Midsummer plans
The car was filled with plans and beachwear. Midsummer is herring, friends and snaps. Summer lay ahead of me. The reggae music couldn’t hide the beating rhythm of the windshield […]
